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underestimated - jordan d. mitchell lyrics

[verse 1]
i know a lot n*gga hate, cuz i’m at where they ain’t
i know a lot of b*tches mad, they expected second dates
lil b*tch do too much, you ain’t a ten you an 8
heaven gotta wait, take me when my family straight
i got ex b*tches with kids wishing i was they baby daddy
i got the opps on standby tryna make me a casualty
i had snakes in the grass, they don’t last, thought we family?
pushed me to side like we ain’t ride when sh*t got mainey
b*tch i’m that n*gga, don’t be ignorant to facts
difference between me and them is how i bouncе back
move in silence, thеn i strike, energy is matched
it’s f*ck you and yo homies, on my granny b*tch i mean that
back stabbed and stabbed back, get blast at
free pookie, b*tch his books is where my cash at
weird ass b*tches, gold diggers, really bum b*tches
hating ass n*ggas envy me, the hustle comes with it

[verse 2]
n*ggas hate the come up, they praying for my down fall
pull out with my gun tucked, pray it ain’t a shoot out
started from bottom, when mama couldn’t pay the rent
when the faucet dripped lead you woulda thought we was in flint
i’m tired broke of being broke n*gga, might kick down some doors n*gga
half da homies dead or locked up this ain’t no joke n*gga
light is looking dim, and my decisions costed my soul n*gga
had to flip a bag but how i get it you’ll never know n*gga
had to raise ourselves, aunty was post with them dope dealers
i started banging blue, when rent was due, i didn’t know better
said i won’t be sh*t, but little b*tch this is my love letter
made it out gutter, free my brothers, on my mother
ex tried to lock me up, i beat the case, f*ck yo allegations
lying on my name it suicide, the funeral was vacant
i dont reach for stars, b*tch the galaxy i came to take it
underestimated, underrated b*tch i still i made it
[outro]
you ain’t ever tote a chopper, n*ggas die infront they mamas
we used to carrying coffins, filled with the bodies of our partners
its a warzone in these ghettos, it feels like palestine, gaza
n*ggas dying everyday, rip to all my soldiers
got no time to a run fade, grave playing with my commas
we’ll see better days, cuhz i put that on my mama
people dying everyday, funerals feel too f*ckin common
made it past 25, my n*ggas died, god ain’t call us
i seen n*ggas get depressed slide on ops with out a vest
blew a hole inside his chest, he was dead upon request
we was smoking near van buskirk, before the guns made us runners
death never gave us closure, when we lost those we called brothers

- jordan d mitchell lyrics

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