Kembe X - Loose lyrics

Raised with a turned back and a clenched fist
One of which almost sent me to the dentist
Found a mind of mine at
The time he resent this
"Boy don't tweak or it's drama
Up in this bitch" put him on the hit list
Never showed up with the bands
Went broke and turned up with a plan
Like "Give me six months, and
We all gon stunt, i swear!"
Bullshit, but he never will admit this
See my nigga Loose got problems
He angry, he stressed
Tryna get some sympathy out of us he stayed
See, we blessed
But the trouble was that he hates my moms
So he ain't got time to embrace his family
He saw when I was down
And ignored my problems
Just yelled real loud, tryna make this manly
Uh
Sick of the absence, sicker of the rations
Take a pull of that shit G
Remember I was six with a passion
Wonder where his ass is
Why the fuck you asking me
Cried every night praying that he'd
Come back one day
Cried tears that I'll never retrieve
But boy was I wrong, so wrong
First time I felt stress and
Regrets that you'll never believe
But FUCK IT

Dada, Dada, Da-Dada dada, Da-Dada
Dada, Dada, Da-Dada (MY NIGGA LOOSE)
Please, no please don't, please don't
Please! Go! Please go, please go

Little boy, getting sick of toys
Finna fill the void
Been annoyed with his little ploys
When in Illinois
Copping bang wouldn't be advised by doctors
I've gone insane tryna realign my chakras
Voices in my head every night, mocking me
"You a real nigga, oh is that right?"
Follow me
Try to steer clear of your dad's spite
Before you get caught looking like
A deer in headlights
See my nigga Loose been caked
Moved crack in the days
Mad paid but that never did fix shit
Now he got bread, so that mean he got time
Too much
Not long before he sees that he's addicted
Guess it's perfect timing that he
Would have a child after rehab
Dipped way before he'd ever get shit
And this whole time, I mean up until now
Had me thinking he was out
Doing work or was missing but FUCK HIM

I know who you are at least I think
You're out at work and make time for me
I've buried my scar beneath my grief
And since you've returned
You've just lied to me

Dada, Dada, Da-Dada dada, Da-Dada
Dada, Dada, Da-Dada (MY NIGGA LOOSE)
Please, no please don't, please don't
Please! Go! Please go, please go