Skrawberries (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)

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

Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury

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

Bury 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 and

Apparently she gone 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

Baby girl I'm your soldier

But trippin' like this, back and forth, wonder who gon' hold you

(Who's gon')

Everybody needs somebody to hold them down (somebody to hold them down)

(I said) Everybody needs somebody to hold them down

Uh, check, look, cool

I mean shawty had relations that 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, Antarctica, Siberia

Had it planned out, 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 that 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 realistic, I been trying to get in touch with my senses

And be better to my sisters

But niggas think that you feminine when you sensitive

My home girl rap, and she feminist

Hold it down for the women, I call her "Feminem"

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 the plastic surgery

I'ma tell you how it is like Ron Burgundy

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

Baby girl I'm your soldier

But trippin' like this, back and forth wonder who gon' hold you (who's gon')

Everybody needs somebody to hold them down (somebody to hold them down)

(I said) Everybody needs somebody to hold them down