Spilled Milk

[Verse P. Blackk] It's that nigga 'P', and I am who you thought I be Nigga with an attitude so I wear my heart on sleeve I stayed at it when you mother fuckers thought I'd leave Momma I'm about to be gone, I get my interrupt on So momma pardon me I pray that god got my back I swear I be caring no matter how tough I act When I was young I used to fucking hate that I was black but that's brainwashing And having a hot meal wasn't a day-to-day option I used to pray often, and then then I stopped Cause god couldn't answer why moms' got laid off When I was waiting for marriage y'all was getting laid often I am not judging though, I just ain't feel comfortable That ain't stop me from rapping like I was fucking though When I started fucking that's when I stopped rapping about it When a nigga tell me he's rapping, I doubt it He fronting, cause nigga you ain't saying nothing I swear I'm the only nigga that be saying something Listening to radio like when they going to play me something Real, play me something a nigga can feel I'm just saying how a nigga feel (Sound like you crying over spilled milk...) (Sound like you crying over spilled milk. Is you really crying over spilled milk?) [Verse Fabrashay A] Fame, used to be all my nana wanted Got a little old and realized she didn't wanted I wanted a Jay feature but wasn't in the budget A nigga like fuck being famous I came to get the butters And niggas [?], let's keep this shit one-hundred Talk shit behind your back but turn bitch when they confronted I ain't trying to be a role model, I'm leanin' and I'm blunted On my 2 Pac shit pride thuggin' out in public Used to be a happier nigga but life has it's detours Wrapped up in blankets ain't got no heat boi My mommma like Fab what you bitin' your lip for? Toilet fucked up, can't shit plus we piss poor Convicted felons and dealers was all my mentors Talking shit to god like tell me what we hear for I'm just a nigga with a crazy flow and no love for the radio But I ain't crying over spilled milk (Nah, god don't ever bring me a tissue my nigga) (Crying over spilled milk) (Is you really crying over spilled milk?) [Verse LxE] Father sold drugs, my mother was addicted to them So dope is in my veins; you can hear it in my music Fool talking about touching LxE Then his brain is truant I see a brother out in public he don't ever do it We don't see eye to eye, that mean we have different optics Most of my hommies carry the pound like trending topics And you don't want to see fireworks from metal Roses can lose petals Please ignore the devil, sir Listen to the other side, where they know your worth Earn your wings, my home girl did while giving birth She had to leave but her son resembles her Little brother got shot so brother could you pray for me Cause I ran up in the spot and said hold this 'K' for me I was trying to find little shorty's to move this ye for me But the grace of god was evident everyday for me But look, I ain't crying over spilled milk (Crying over spilled milk) (Is you really crying over spilled milk?)