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jordan d. mitchell - underestimated lyrics

[verse 1]
i know a lot n_gga hate, cuz i’m at where they ain’t
i know a lot of b_tches mad, they expected second dates
lil b_tch do too much, you ain’t a ten you an 8
heaven gotta wait, take me when my family straight
i got ex b_tches with kids wishing i was they baby daddy
i got the opps on standby tryna make me a casualty
i had snakes in the grass, they don’t last, thought we family?
pushed me to side like we ain’t ride when sh_t got mainey
b_tch i’m that n_gga, don’t be ignorant to facts
difference between me and them is how i bouncе back
move in silence, thеn i strike, energy is matched
it’s f_ck you and yo homies, on my granny b_tch i mean that
back stabbed and stabbed back, get blast at
free pookie, b_tch his books is where my cash at
weird ass b_tches, gold diggers, really bum b_tches
hating ass n_ggas envy me, the hustle comes with it

[verse 2]
n_ggas hate the come up, they praying for my down fall
pull out with my gun tucked, pray it ain’t a shoot out
started from bottom, when mama couldn’t pay the rent
when the faucet dripped lead you woulda thought we was in flint
i’m tired broke of being broke n_gga, might kick down some doors n_gga
half da homies dead or locked up this ain’t no joke n_gga
light is looking dim, and my decisions costed my soul n_gga
had to flip a bag but how i get it you’ll never know n_gga
had to raise ourselves, aunty was post with them dope dealers
i started banging blue, when rent was due, i didn’t know better
said i won’t be sh_t, but little b_tch this is my love letter
made it out gutter, free my brothers, on my mother
ex tried to lock me up, i beat the case, f_ck yo allegations
lying on my name it suicide, the funeral was vacant
i dont reach for stars, b_tch the galaxy i came to take it
underestimated, underrated b_tch i still i made it
[outro]
you ain’t ever tote a chopper, n_ggas die infront they mamas
we used to carrying coffins, filled with the bodies of our partners
its a warzone in these ghettos, it feels like palestine, gaza
n_ggas dying everyday, rip to all my soldiers
got no time to a run fade, grave playing with my commas
we’ll see better days, cuhz i put that on my mama
people dying everyday, funerals feel too f_ckin common
made it past 25, my n_ggas died, god ain’t call us
i seen n_ggas get depressed slide on ops with out a vest
blew a hole inside his chest, he was dead upon request
we was smoking near van buskirk, before the guns made us runners
death never gave us closure, when we lost those we called brothers

- jordan d mitchell lyrics

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