Shandia Delri

Unh, it's not a diss song, it's a real song, I mean Unh, unh, you never really loved me, that's just how I fuckin' feel Never put it on a song, cause I never really cared I've been stackin' all these dollars, focusin' on my career I done made so much money, forgot how the struggle feels Then I bust down all my chains, put it on and get the chills I done made a million plus, but they still say the flex ain't real I done felt so much pain, there is nothing else to feel If you ask me to explain, the explanation is, oh well, oh well I don't give a fuck, nigga, I don't wanna talk, nigga I don't wanna remember, I don't want the thoughts, nigga I been a boss nigga, been the Pentecost nigga With some really false niggas, some really soft niggas Army street projects, they was shootin', they was killin Take it back to 91, throwin' niggas off the buildings Puttin' bitches in the trunk, bullets flyin' through the window Momma smokin' on that dope, stepfather in his feelings Momma fine as fuck, fuckin' on the dope dealers This nigga is down on his luck, she was pitchin', she was whippin Ballin' out too much, he beat her ass inside the kitchen Cause she talk too much, but he could never break her spirit Hey Shanida, why you leave us? Why you let these niggas beat us Why you strippin' in the house and never hit the strip to feed us helpin' everybody else at the expense of all your children Remember seven days straight, eatin' boxes of farina Stealin' socks out of the cleaners, pimpin' broads, but I ain't beat em Eleven hit my first jug, went and bought a see-through beeper I been stackin' up my wealth, I got it jumpin' out the bleachers Give a fuck bout how they feelin', how I used to be a preacher You never really loved me, that's just how I fuckin' feel Never put it on a song, cause I never really cared I been stackin' all these dollars, focusin' on my career I done made so much money, forgot how the struggle feels Then I bust down all my chains, put it on and get the chills I done made a million plus, but they still say the flex ain't real I done felt so much pain, there is nothing else to feel If you ask me to explain, the explanation oh well Ayy, look, she ain't comin' back, nigga, I don't want her back, nigga Stop that pussy-ass cryin', who gives a fuck about your feelings Either get it out the mud or sell these dummies white religion Think she lost it when she finally got the truth about San Quentin She was married to that nigga, choked a baby out her nigga Got the truth when he was sentenced, raped that bitch and shot her nigga Tried to rob him and, I get it, California got no limits And all she said is why he keep on fuckin' other bitches Ayy, Shanida, you don't need him, all the odds, you always beat him Why you magnify my faults and minimize the fact I'm winning Went to church and found the Lord, but did away with the religion Got divorced and raised my baby, not another black statistic I made millions in this business, I was ballin' in the trenches Never gave you cash, cause all you do is smoke it and you drink it Paid your bills when it was needed, and it never made a difference Think you seen in me what you never seen inside them other niggas You said you wished I wasn't born, what kind of mom hate on her fetus Had me at 15, we literally grew up in the same places Mad I made it out the trap, Shanida didn't wanna leave You broke my heart with all that cappin', and how you let the system beat you You never really loved me, that's just how I fuckin' feel Never put it on a song, cause I never really cared I've been stackin' all these dollars, focusin' on my career I done made so much money, forgot how the struggle feels Then I bust down all my chains, put it on and get the chills I done made a million plus, but they still say the flex ain't real I done felt so much pain, there is nothing else to feel If you ask me to explain, the explanation is oh well