Roaches Don’t Die lyrics

Yea
I was born to be hated on and criticized
Walk up in this hoe them b*tches roll they eyes
n*ggas tuck they tees
Tryna sell a fantasy
That buckle bigger than yo di*k, huh?
You don't f*ck with hoes who get government stamps and WIC, huh?
n*ggas love they image
Lose they sanity but keep some clout
Anyway, i wanna rage today
I got my titties out
Hot as 99, this pus*y fye
I stress a n*gga out
f*ck em once
I never f*ck again
So keep me out ya mouth
Feelings something i could do without
I cut another line
Kill me, hardest b*tch up out the south
I wanna see you try
Paid for my position
You ain't see the nights i had to cry
Lost my f*ckin mind
Bought a strip of L and took a ride
I don't love mе less
I'm protected, thеy can't manifest
Got no time for rest
Got two babies strapped to either breast
Know my baby daddy so depressed
It's been way over a decade
And he still a mess
Still a nasty n*gga
He like girls who got a curfew
Can't wait for the universe to smoke you
Pray yo son ain't never nothin like you
Caught him watching porn
He just 11 and i'm scorned
It feel like yesterday
I watched him learn to walk
And now we gotta have the talk
f*ck it
Im tryna teach him bout consent and sh*t
That n*gga bucking
You nutted in the realest b*tch alive
You really lucky
You woulda ruined them
They precious, hoe
Ya aura yucky
Any b*tch that f*ck with you disgusting
And she can't be trusted
I had to get that off my chest
Lets get back to the money
Book me or i'm staying in my room
Locals treat me funny
f*ck up out my face with all that weird sh*t
Im a real n*gga
Not a part of yo lil outfit
I'm the spring
b*tches bottled water
I'm the f*ckin source
I love rock and roll
He show me hole
I make my bed and let him lie in it
Lookin at the old me in the mirror
Bouta hit a lick
I miss that b*tch sometimes
She with the sh*t
Remember when them b*tches jumped me in the gym
With all they friends
Know they loggin in
Watching little brittnee catch another win
Love a b*tch or hate her
But you really can't debate it
I'm that n*gga
And i'm realer than the b*tches in the back
And i'm tired of being humble
I'm taking my n*ggas with me
You ain't f*ckin with me now
Then b*tch you might as well forget me
Its too late for you
If you ever crossed me, f*ck it
I dont have no hate for you
I pray for you
I promise
Hope you get to feeling better soon
I got sh*t to lose
And sh*t to die bout
I can't see a grave until my babies
Out that trap house
I can't be a slave
No 9 to 5
I went my own route
Bbyf*ckinmutha
Quick to put a b*tch in time out
If i'm a sl*t
Just know i sl*t the hardest
Aim at yo throat and i'm just gettin started
Skeet on his face
He blow me like a cartridge
Dearly departed
Kill these b*tches while i rest in peace
I ain't even took my bonnet off
And b*tches mad at me
She say what she want
I say what matter, b*tch
We not the same
Please stop tryna cap up off my name
You lookin like a lame
Tired of playing games
Like i ain't got a Glock
b*tches talk to talk
I shoot to kill
I really will
I'm just tryna pay my bills
Tired of living with the roaches
Roaches don't die, baby
Numbers don't lie
Swear to god, yea
Yea
b*tch
Yea
Roaches dont die
f*ck a raid
Gettin paid
n*gga, numbers dont lie