After You Left - GoldLink

I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah

That still don’t mean shit

My cousin Geetchie and his baby mother got into an accident

And lost her baby and we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady

That ain’t shit, nigga, huh

DC niggas legit now, yeah

See Black kids gettin' killed by cops

White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin' rock

And who the fuck can stop us now?

My nigga, we ain’t shit, nigga

My old bitch lost a baby too

Ain’t know what the fuck to do

Right before the first tape

Almost killed a nigga for some Foams

And quit this rappin' just to buy her shit

Y’all niggas don’t know this shit

Landover and smoke and dip

Ain’t even the half of it

Half a father, half a bitch, a half a brick

And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit

And this just the intro, nigga, I ain’t even spazzin' yet

We ain’t even make it yet

Talk to me like I’m that nigga, ask me who I’m fuckin' now

Momma can’t go to family functions, they ask if I’m around

Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too

Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into

The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already

I can’t tell Shakir to stop fuckin' around with Setea

I can’t tell my mama I ain’t go to school for Setea

I can’t tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first

Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin' hurt?

That I put her ass third and my city first?

I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you?

And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you ain’t bulletproof

Mo' money, mo' bitches, equal no problems

My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows

Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers

Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles

I never thought I’d be the nigga reppin' westside

The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side

Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the Lord

See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God

Me and my father, we started speakin'

Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin'

Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn’t eatin'

Robbin', never gave a fuck about a job and

Trappin' wit my nigga Sam and start romancin'

Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali

Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy

Why you leave me, baby?

Yeah, why you leave me, baby?