Bitter ft. Dubbygotbars Lyrics

Felt like I never had an option

I could never find a way

Kept a pistol for my problems

And some Henny for the pain

Had to stop with the excuses

Or I'd never see a change

Life had gave me lemons

And I turned that shit to lemonade

I remember them days

As a youngin

Was stupid and shit

But I had to go find me a way

Momma raising three kids

And she ain't really have it

So I had to go find me a way to get paid

And the way I got to it

Was I had to do shit that

That cannot be proven

But I shouldn't say

And I know it was foolish

But you would be stupid

If you in my shoes

And you ain't do the same

Now I'll probably cop me a chain

Or I'll probably cop me a jag

And lately been coming in first

There was times I was coming in last

A lot of my niggas was fake

And no I'm not saying I'm mad

And I am not saying y'all pussy

I'm just letting the cat out the bag

And you know what they say about curiosity

Pocket watching trynna peep my property

Poor performance but I practice properly

Ain't no opps when niggas obsolete

Question everything

Like I'm Socrates

Catch me dripped out in a Soccer-tee

Shorty gonna kick it and she get to stripping me

This a soccer tease

And a robbery

Cuz I'm taking her soul

And people be claiming or thinking they know

About mighty

That's highly unlikely

But watch what you say

Cuz I won't take it lightly

When talking in private

I'm fully aware

So I'm moving in silence

You better be careful

When popping ya tonsils

I'm tired of hearing the shit

And then dealing with it

But but I'm l never gonna stop

Till you feelin' this shit

Felt like I never had an option

I could never find a way

Kept a pistol for my problems

And some Henny for the pain

Had to stop with the excuses

Or I'd never see a change

Life had gave me lemons

And I turned that shit to lemonade

I remember them days

As a youngin

Was stupid and shit

But I had to go find me a way

Momma raising three kids

And she ain't really have it

So I had to go find me a way to get paid

And the way I got to it

Was I had to do shit that

That cannot be proven

But I shouldn't say

And I know it was foolish

But you would be stupid

If you in my shoes

And you ain't do the same

You couldn't rock my Adidas

Got people around me pretending

They something they not

I told em to stop trick-or-treating

That shit out of season

Some of y'all due for a beating

I bully the meanest

Don't matter the weight you been pulling or pushing

You soft as a cushion for furniture seating

That even the Salvation Army ain't keeping

I mean it

Remember there's always tomorrow

Don't see no one trynna get even

What's Poppin

I'm talking like Harlow

Cuz I don't got patience

For all the bologna

I don't hit the deli

Ain't feeling a hoagie

Until Mighty showed me this shit

And I noticed the subs explode

And I told him to leave me a space

I'm dealing with demons

Only know how to fight em with music

I know you can't see them

And never will

They elusive

Everybody got something they battling

So when I found out what was happening

I made me a way

Still at it today

Felt like I never had an option

I could never find a way

Kept a pistol for my problems

And some Henny for the pain

Had to stop with the excuses

Or I'd never see a change

Life had gave me lemons

And I turned that shit to lemonade