Skrawberries

My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry

Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury

Cary all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer

Burry all of my sins, staring out of the Benz

Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind

Gone with the pretty long hair is with the fairest skin

Yelling in her face, and she repeat like a parrot

Apparently she keep yelling at me, I'ma never win

Where yo ass was at

When I was sleeping on the couch and in the whip?

Probably with another nigga, on another nigga dick

I'm on another tip, my skin so tint, strength on strength

One on ten against me

I won't break, I don't bend

Watch your statements, guard your chin

Guard your heart, guard your light

Find your zen, mind your lightness

You doing without cause you looking within

But if you ever in doubt give this a spin

Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war

Babygirl I'm your soldier

But tripping like this, wondering who gon' hold you

Everybody needs somebody to hold them down

Everybody needs somebody to hold them down

Check, Look, cool

I mean shawty had relations we could never speak about

You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out

And then she had a man who used to beat her

So she told me she wanted out

Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house

Now her heart cold, Antartica, Syberia

Had it planned, curriculum, criteria

Change, she feel pain

Strain, built up anger

From dealing with a dickhead, putting her life in danger

I understand, it's times you go through your women things

And sometimes can't gauge clearly on what you be thinking

I swear I got your back and got a tab on what you drinking

You ain't gotta move a finger or pinky when we linking

Whatever keeps your boat afloat

Or ship sinking from loose lips of side women

Stepping out of position

Breaking out of a system, prison

Parallelogram, shaping the prism

Stop signs never stopped I

Let's be relestic

I been trying to get in touch of my senses

And be better to my sisters

But niggas be thinking you feminine when you sensitive

My home girl rap, and she feminist

Hold it down for the women, I call her "F-Eminem"

Tell 'em how you really feel headass

Cause ass shots and dead ass

And fake tits been around, we gas it

Girl you perfect without that make up or plastic surgery

I'ma tell you how it really is like Ron Burgundy

Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war

Babygirl I'm your soldier

But tripping like this, wondering who gon' hold you

Everybody needs somebody to hold them down

Everybody needs somebody to hold them down