Prostitute / Crackhead Songtext
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Prostitute / Crackhead Songtext
These are true stories
Mama never raised no prostitute
But money′s got to get made
She was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Daddy never raised no crackhead
But he got lost along the way
'Cause he was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Tell me what is beauty worth when you′re feeling worthless?
Been a cutie since the day of birth, what's her purpose?
So nervous on her first day, perspirating
Now her first hair turning gray 'cause she′s hating
Everything about her choices, hearing voices
Wondering if she was truly choiceless
Now she′s feeling voiceless
It's just another voice lesson, this dog eat dog process
Million dollar girl in a cheap dress
Mistook the attention she got as a princess
For reason to undress, giving them access
Gaining some access when love still remains priceless
But a shag has a price tag, tryna buy a nice bag
Tryna get a nice stash of something, some nice cash or something
Inflation is taking its toll
But it ain′t no breaking this roll, for sure, for sure
Mama never raised no prostitute
But money's got to get made
She was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Daddy never raised no crackhead
But he got lost along the way
′Cause he was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Hear me now
Life was looking brighter once upon a time
When he stepped up into the world so juvenile
Church-going, everything correct from a child
But everything is only for a while
Blinded by the big city life, he's living the lifestyle
X amount of problems start to stockpile
In no time at all, he was living in exile
Wondering if life is worthwhile
′Cause getting money used to be no problem
But when he ran into a few, he couldn't solve them
So he had to get away and he took a hit one day
He said a valley and he's got to climb a mountain
Now he′s looking to the sky hoping for something
He′s addicted and his life is about one thing
Sometimes you never know, in life that's how it go
Can happen if you get into the wrong thing
Mama never raised no prostitute
But money′s got to get made
She was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Daddy never raised no crackhead
But he got lost along the way
'Cause he was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Tryna make a living
Tryna do right
Tryna get paid
Hey
Tryna to get paid
Tryna get paid
Just trying to get paid
Trying to get paid
Tryna get paid
Mama never raised no prostitute
But money′s got to get made
She was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Daddy never raised no crackhead
But he got lost along the way
'Cause he was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Tell me what is beauty worth when you′re feeling worthless?
Been a cutie since the day of birth, what's her purpose?
So nervous on her first day, perspirating
Now her first hair turning gray 'cause she′s hating
Everything about her choices, hearing voices
Wondering if she was truly choiceless
Now she′s feeling voiceless
It's just another voice lesson, this dog eat dog process
Million dollar girl in a cheap dress
Mistook the attention she got as a princess
For reason to undress, giving them access
Gaining some access when love still remains priceless
But a shag has a price tag, tryna buy a nice bag
Tryna get a nice stash of something, some nice cash or something
Inflation is taking its toll
But it ain′t no breaking this roll, for sure, for sure
Mama never raised no prostitute
But money's got to get made
She was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Daddy never raised no crackhead
But he got lost along the way
′Cause he was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Hear me now
Life was looking brighter once upon a time
When he stepped up into the world so juvenile
Church-going, everything correct from a child
But everything is only for a while
Blinded by the big city life, he's living the lifestyle
X amount of problems start to stockpile
In no time at all, he was living in exile
Wondering if life is worthwhile
′Cause getting money used to be no problem
But when he ran into a few, he couldn't solve them
So he had to get away and he took a hit one day
He said a valley and he's got to climb a mountain
Now he′s looking to the sky hoping for something
He′s addicted and his life is about one thing
Sometimes you never know, in life that's how it go
Can happen if you get into the wrong thing
Mama never raised no prostitute
But money′s got to get made
She was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Daddy never raised no crackhead
But he got lost along the way
'Cause he was tryna get paid
Tryna get paid
Tryna make a living
Tryna do right
Tryna get paid
Hey
Tryna to get paid
Tryna get paid
Just trying to get paid
Trying to get paid
Tryna get paid
Writer(s): Edsel Eusebius, I. Blijden, P. Monson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
