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Jetak aaliyah Ana bentek normalmon t'haamy Sa si grave Hram aalik ya wlid dzairyq I ain't lying when I tell you I'm the goat Back when I was just a baby on a boat Back in Africa, the DZ, Algeria is my city Back in '98 when Mama still had hope, yeah-yeah I was dealing with abuse, how did I cope? (Yeah-yeah) Look back at it now, it weren't a joke (Yeah-yeah) Roll it up, take time, and feel yourself Hold that shit down, don't kill yourself Don't show no love, don't heal yourself That's what they want They never gave me no time to do me They never gave me no space to just breathe They never gave me no rules to try and adhere to I just needed a clear view All I needed was guidance You failed soon as your pride hit Still ain't got no papers on me Passport green like what I'm smoking I know D still hating on me He couldn't hold it down for me I still blame my daddy he just taught me how to lie Letras de cancionesLeft all the bruises on me that I had to hide Violence in my house it made my little brother cry We would pray at night and hope our mama would survive Used to leave us lonely with no daddy, so uncertain Cheated on my mama when she told me I was hurting What kinda man can I believe in? When the first man tried to cut my breathing Kept running away my whole life, from the real me Never used to think of suicide 'til you killed me Broke me down then you left me all alone What kind of man would try and go attack his own? Emotionally abused and so detached from love And you don't even know the rest Holding back my tears is kinda draining See my heartbeat pulsing through my chest All these years and I could never stop him Break downing and hiding all my problems Gotta get out right now It's hard when there's no way out Seven years of age, mama dealing with depression Living in a nightmare that you're too ashamed to mention Sixteen, working overtime as a waitress Walking home late just so I could get a paycheck Fuck that, let's talk about back then When me and T was sleeping head-to-toe up in the ends Tryna make a millly, we was tryna make a plan Put our heads together like paper, ink and a pen Everybody kept telling us, no-no-no But we was already up on that go-go-go Didn't give a fuck about the models or the rappers We was moving work in studio, we made it happen It was all of the hurt and all the neglect for me Played a part then go, fuck you, respectfully You invest in bitcoin, I put money in my big homie Now I can look after all of mines until the end I ain't gotta worry cause my money is my pen Glastonbury Leeds Reading I ain't touched Coachella yet but it's pending My pen wavey never ending 2020, big belly, LA, writing 90210 writing for your favourite artists 3 times Island's making songs cruising 6 months pregnant told me that I couldn't do it Yeah and big checks, I'm vibing Cruisin' in my mans GLC, no mileage I don't need no permission to bring my bitches on Tell me why you people don't want us to get along? You know it's wrong yeah You see the power in the workflow, yes? And you know the mind differs in the way it process When you're a savage and you ain't ever had shit Try and make it work and usually make it happen Yeah cause I'm working Not now baby, I'm working Not now baby, I'm working No, not now baby, I'm working Not now baby, I'm working From Letras Mania