Dante Story Lyrics

His mama named him Dante

His pops called him Lil Dee

Growing up they ain't have it

Pops making plays in the streets

I'm talking six feet deep why my mama losing her sleep

Got mama stressing bad trying to make ends meet

Back and forth all day pops ain't been home in weeks

Told him we need you at home but you so deep in the streets

But every time they talk it's bullshit never peace

Dee steady asking for pops it's like the cycle repeat

Now mama drinking with pills

Cause she ain't got no ideas on how to make shit happen

Now she don't know how to live

Now Dee done grew a little older and hate his mama so weak

Nigga twelve years old but standing tall with his feet

Know he mad with pops cause he still on the same shit

Dee in the streets at eleven

Two bodies before he turned twelve

Nigga lost love for his pops

Been tryna think for himself

Got a few racks in his pockets

Lil Dee done stepped this shit up

Paranoid the way he living

Know it gotta be wild

On house arrest at fifteen

Can't sell but rolling up za

Got nigga dead and gone

And he sent some to the stars

He in this shit all night like will he make it tomorrow

Mama want him to change like baby go get a job

Like ma I gotta face card

But she can't understand that

Told her the way that he living is either do or die

Got mama lost for words wiping tears from her eyes

Dee know she broken inside

Hope she don't think he like pop

Trying to get mama straight

While trying to duck all these opps

But she look at him and smile

And grab his hand like okay

I love you baby be safe

Tryna keep up with the pace

Disappointed his mama

Know he can tell by the face

Cause she ain't know Dee was thugging

While she was out working late

Niggas ate in his face

When Dee never had shit on his plate

Now mama pray all day happy to just see his face

Seventeen off house arrest

Lil Dee still in the street

Like Wayne hot on the block

Four shootouts less than a week

Dee steady sliding and sliding

But he ain't swiping no cards

Niggas slid in his partner

Now Dee ain't making no sense

Nigga losing his mind

Tryna get shit off his chest

Playing checkers not chess

Until he check dude mate

Gang know how he feel

But they don't really relate

Trying to tell him slow down

but Dee just want niggas baked

Caught the nigga who did it

And popped him in broad day

Say later that day watching the news blowing gas

Laughing know they mad

He put the belt to his ass

And they ain't know who he was

He took like four to the face

Celebrated caught the nigga on his fucking birthday

Niggas just turned 19 say he ain't playing no game

Feeling weird for days

Say he ain't feeling the same

And like two weeks later

Lil Dee got picked for the case