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Girl: Hey girl, so my mom said she'd watch my son so she said she got around, so its straight. But I'm not really tryna be in the wrong tryna be on Southbeach. Give me a call soon as you get this message aight talk to you soon bye

[Chorus: Brevi]

Tryna keep the lights on. Food on the table

Tryna keep the lights on. Food on the table

Tryna make a livin', Feed these kids

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]

She so far gone, bumping Drake in her Ipod

Tryna be famous,God bless her little heart

She don't know her worth niggas treat her like dirt

Poppin' dick to dick, cum stains on her shirt

Her daddy didn't teach her, Sunday morning tryna get saved by the preacher. Lost in the game, her momma sceamin' in the bleachers. "Baby don't do it", three kids, feeling stupid.\

Cuz her baby daddy's in shit. Always talkin' bout what they don't got or what they can't get. Or afford. My Lord

The whole neighborhood say she lost, they label her a horror

Working at the strip club takin' money off the floor

Waitin' for a baller to walk through the door

But baby girl can't see rich, because she feel poor

I'm heartbroken cuz I know she work much more

[Chorus: Brevi]

This life ain't easy, I feel I'v been mistreated

My body so tired, my mind Is gone, and I don't have nobody to lean on. But don't you cry for me. I don't need no one to provide for me. Don't you cry for me. Don't you cry for me

[Verse 2: Stat Quo]

Her names Alisha, she is from Nevada

Rockin' that Gucci, but love Prada

She never missed a superbowl. But an All-Star game

Knew the team rosters. And the cars they drove

Married,divorced and all they kids info

She was one of many lost souls. Kept a crew of similar goals

Thought they was to sophisticated to work poles

But they still work both, for dough. Every city they go.They Go

Lookin' for a Guard, Quarterback and reciever

But even all three can't please her. Cuz chicks like Alisha, need Jesus. And reach her, standin' in the mirror, ashamed of her features. Lettin' her insecurities eat her.Yah It feel good at first

Till that pussy start leakin'. Smellin' like a stranger when he speakin'. Time don't stop It keep creepin'

They got the Wednesday feelin' like the weekend

She say I'm freakin' on Monday,Tuesday, You get the drift

[Chorus: Brevi]

This life ain't easy, I feel I'v been mistreated

My body so tired, my mind Is gone, and I don't have nobody to lean on. But don't you cry for me. I don't need no one to provide for me. Don't you cry for me. Don't you cry for me