Intro (Dysfunctional) lyrics

[Intro]
Dysfunctional
Bring you in my world
This sh*t’s truer than True TV, n*gga
Yea, YT Triz

[Verse 1]
Mama, don’t cry, dry your eyes
I know a lot of n*ggas been planning my demise
I know the enemy’s gonna show up in the skies
But I done seen a n*gga with my own two eyes (death!)
And n*gga, I’m the rose ‘t grew through the concrete
Meaning I ain’t fittin’ ‘o accept no defeat
If you’re a real n*gga then them ends gon’ meet
I’ve got a couple ‘o kids and they all gotta eat
‘Cause I remember Thanksgiving, we ain’t even eat
Halloween, we ain’t get a motherf*cking treat
The Holidays came, n*gga we ain’t have a tree
My whole f*cking family ’s depending on me
I pray to God, why’s the devil preying on the weak?
I pray to God all o’ my enemies go to sleep
I pray to God, please take a n*gga out o’ the streets
Put my Mama in the crib and my brother on his feet
I thank the Lord for the day I grabbed a pen and paper
The only way I’m really taking out them frustrations
I’m trying to make some good out o’ a bad situation
When I was young I regret saying f*ck an education
If I don’t get nothing else, I’m gon’ get some paper (money!)
The game is a swamp, but I’ve been an alligator
A n*gga’s trying to eat, I ain’t come to be a waiter
And I’m gon’ go and get it ‘til the day I meet my maker
Motherf*cker, what’s up?
[Verse 2]
And now they wonder how a n*gga did it
Started with a plan and a n*gga’s staying with it
‘Cause I remember when I couldn’t even cop a fifty
And now they know my name in the motherf*cking city (YT!)
Never had sh*t so I started with the (straps/scraps)
Real street n*gga so I started with the traps
Had plenty o’ days that I said f*ck rapping
Linked up with E Class, then a n*gga made it happen
f*ck n*gga, what’s up?

[Verse 3]
If you’re a hater then you’ve been a hater (f*ck ‘em!)
Shut the f*ck up, n*gga get some paper (f*ck ‘em!)
Shut the f*ck up, n*gga die slow
And put a di*k inside your pothole
My middle finger ’s getting real tired
And all o’ my b*tches ‘s getting real fine
f*ck n*ggas ‘s still f*ck n*ggas
Tell them f*ck boys it’s bed time

[Verse 2]

[Outro]
f*ck n*gga, what’s up? f*ck n*gga, what’s up?
f*ck n*gga, what’s up?
f*ck n*gga, what’s up? f*ck n*gga, what’s up?
f*ck n*gga, what’s up?
Dysfunctional