Seventease, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Nineteen seventy-five

I was born to a hustlah

Susan m walton nubian boss

Woman life began hard

Nothing came easy raised around

Violence broken hearts

Violins brothas in and out the

Penn drug dealing narcos

And vets off the narcos

Everyone looking for relief

Blue magic doped out

In the street sour nothing

Sweet walking through

Their shoes with their socks

On the concrete disco ball

Parties white girls

And bacardi vodka shots

And patron cocaine by the zone

No suspects around here

Everybody crooked

I'm moving this life

Navigating blessings my father

Ain't shit he use to beat my

Mother shot at her twice

Missing with

The rugger tried to end her

Life I need chakra therapy

My demons trying to scare me

My thoughts are moving

Carefully I'm a seventies

Baby ain't nothing bout me slim

Ain't nothin bout me shady

Cut from the cloth that god

Made me cutthroat

Committee chop gang

Ginsu can't miss what you

Never had that's the issue

You was never present pop

Trying to make the spot jump

But you absent like mothafucka

Stole golden coins out

Of burning building what was you

Thinking I heard the story

You tanked your career

Sinked it outta here

A fire department head

But your ass was on some

Dumby shit that's why the

Only time we met your ass

Was on some bummy shit

Ya I'll never forget the first

Thing you was on was blame

My mother shit off the rip

More than eighteen years pass

And that's what's you say to

Your kid a seventease baby

Growing up in seventease shit

I survived and gave it

All of me so I could never

Be like you I'm a seventease baby