Prompt / Lyrics
Back then……… My momma told me boy you just a black king, Skin as dark as oil, but your mind as bright as gold rings, Uh, Never pay attention to the haters, don’t you ever let them close enough,-to dare betray you later, -Walk with danger………… I come from dirty buildings and degrees that come with bangers, But my momma taught me better, so I graduated school, -that’s really the shit, that’s really gangster!……. -Father wasn’t round, but my grandma standing proud, and family standing round, They give applauses for my efforts…….. Knowing I’m the one that’ll prolly make it out the cycle, Hanging with a couple suits, that claim they got you…… but they never really liked you, Want your presence for the culture, just to turn around and spite you- Eating fried chicken, wings, Playing migos, tryna sound just like us,-but the songs come with struggles,-they couldn’t sing……… [pre-hook] Back then…….. I was just a nappy headed kid, Thinking that I’d prolly make it big, But it wasn’t in the script, So I gave it up and took a risk……… [hook] I was raised by the queens! The ones that taught me how to love a woman, But to keep my eyes open, and to watch the way the woman cooks and cleans, My father wasn’t there, But I was always made aware, that if I’m lonely or I’m scared, I could call that niggha up, he didn’t give a single fuck, So now I’m stuck,-and now I carry all this anger and frustration in my head! Niggha back then!!!!! Tell me what you thought that I’ll prolly be? A lawyer?? -Or a niggha stomping feet, calling shots, in hopes to be the mvp,-of the streets!!!! Back then!!!!!!!!!! Uh!!!!!
Tags
Trap, hip hop, jazz-hip hop, soul, conscious, deep, introspective, wise, old school flow, powerful, poetic
Duration
2:01
Instrumental
No
Created
12/30/2025