USED TO LOSING (A STORY) Lyrics

Imagine

A bunch of us under comforters tryna run

From my mother because my brother

Cuttin up and she gon punish us

Fee Fi Foin through the hallway wit a belt the size of my brother

Cuz it belong to my dad so the consequence bad

That whoopin comin soon enough I'm mad at waitin

Cuz the punishment get worst when they work in collaboration

Just wash the dishes, I know I'm finished, supreme stretcher

She preachin to me he wear me out it's a team effort

Fast forward I thought I'd never see the end

That whole story had a moral if you see my friend

Them whoopins had me down bad, sting again

Basically after them whoopins I won't ever be beat again

A group of us acting stupid not super studious

Go big or go home either max or miss not the gluteus

Used to just being regular show yo promise or show yo hype

Gettin passed In life ain't like gettin passed in them open mics

In fifth grade I used to talk a lot more than write

I'd bake the older kids till they folded and wanted to fight

Now ten year old me wasn't all the way good wit hands

Plus wit twelve and thirteen years olds man I barely stood a chance

But everyone on the bus was watchin

And most of them was bored so they wasn't gon do nun to stop it

A south kid wit a smart mouth on the west side

And no relation with them cuz this not even where my head lie

I gotta fight em, I gotta win this, they gon respect me

We pushin back and forth the bus driver aint interjecting

I'm in my head like after this they ain't never gon test me

I'm interrupted when right fist connect wit my left cheek

Honestly in awe, the soreness I felt in my jaw

Can't cry in front of them cuz then I for sure done lost

Some niggas broke it up in time for me to get my bag

That was the morning trip, Imma get em on the way back

So the school bus picked us up from 47th and Dan

Drove us over west bout 35 minutes minus a jam

Then after school it picked us back up but later than planned

And then took us all the way back south up on 47th and Dan

The return home trip was the wildest cuz everybody feeling free they outta class

Time to T up or throw hands

And because they had unfinished business givin me hands

We got to 47th and Dan I hopped out and I ran

It's more than one of them so I know it's bound to get ugly

I was bakin both of them so I know they about to jump me

One day my homie Troy caught up to me

"You forgot yo sweater"

He peeped the situation, helped out, and we lost together

Some of my embarrassing moments come during the 5th grade

But I never got suspended, don't know why till this day

I wasn't a bad kid

Just a smart mouth black kid

With a whole lot to say and shaky skills to back it

Them dirty moments made me emerge I got to worm or sum

Causing allat friction it's only right that I burnt sum

All them cuts and bruises couldn't show my mom or concern sum

You only can lose so many times before you learn sum