poor thang
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📜 Lyrics
So close
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite holes
Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough
If I survive, then I strive to hit with the flow
Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow
And I'm conflicted with no digits to show
But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole
The temperaturе's low
But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga from slidin', like the tires on thе whip in the snow
Vicious for sure, I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'
Piss poor with intentions to glimpse, the wrist glowin'
Face, tits, for rent, owing
Fist clenched when niggas diss, but since knowin'
Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher
Than the vocal range inside, but rise vocal chain, uh
My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes
And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain
I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain
Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain
Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games
Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?
You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?
We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off
We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off (Set)
You wanna—
Here go a song that gets this shit off of my sternum
This nigga back home been talkin' slick, and I done heard him
You get your name goin', niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on
You make you some calls, niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em
He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school
Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him
I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden
When egos is flarin', beware that's when they close the curtain (Put your hands up)
It's when they close the curtain (Put your motherfu—)
It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill-chill-chill-chill)
It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
It's when they close the curtain (You gon' shoot me? No, no, no)
Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, live to fight another day
And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
Plenty nights a nigga didn't eat, punk bitch
Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk bitch
Weren't no Western Unions, so you were not needed, punk bitch
All of a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh, now it's beef, punk bitch
Go 'en and pop off, get fucked 'bout your mystique, punk bitch
I knew you way before you was actin' street, punk bitch
Started rollin' with niggas that's packin' heat, punk bitch
You more like me than them niggas, you still a geek, punk bitch
You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk bitch
And that lingo you added, that how you speak, punk bitch?
And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk bitch
So how the fuck all of a sudden you turnin' G, punk bitch?
You a slave to the peer pressure, you're weak, punk bitch
You ain't claimin' no real section, your street wasn't lit
Man, your shit look like mine, with hella tree trunks, bitch
Moved to Forest Hill Drive, and it was peace for a bit
'Til domestic turned violent, then a key just switched
In the back of my mind, I gotta be somethin', bitch
That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats, son o' bitch
Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys, son o' bitch
Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh, bitch?
Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk bitch
Gonna shoot me the fair one when we meet, punk bitch
And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
Tryna lean on that shit, nigga, I want my fuckin' head up ('Cause I've been through lots of things)
Punk bitch (Real)
Punk bitch, huh
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, get to fight another day
And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
'Cause I've been through lots of things
Hey, what's up? Hey what's up
Hey, what's up?
Yo, what's good?
Hey
Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?
Nah, fuck
Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
The person you're trying to reach
Fuck
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite holes
Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough
If I survive, then I strive to hit with the flow
Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow
And I'm conflicted with no digits to show
But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole
The temperaturе's low
But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga from slidin', like the tires on thе whip in the snow
Vicious for sure, I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'
Piss poor with intentions to glimpse, the wrist glowin'
Face, tits, for rent, owing
Fist clenched when niggas diss, but since knowin'
Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher
Than the vocal range inside, but rise vocal chain, uh
My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes
And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain
I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain
Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain
Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games
Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?
You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?
We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off
We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off (Set)
You wanna—
Here go a song that gets this shit off of my sternum
This nigga back home been talkin' slick, and I done heard him
You get your name goin', niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on
You make you some calls, niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em
He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school
Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him
I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden
When egos is flarin', beware that's when they close the curtain (Put your hands up)
It's when they close the curtain (Put your motherfu—)
It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill-chill-chill-chill)
It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
It's when they close the curtain (You gon' shoot me? No, no, no)
Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, live to fight another day
And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
Plenty nights a nigga didn't eat, punk bitch
Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk bitch
Weren't no Western Unions, so you were not needed, punk bitch
All of a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh, now it's beef, punk bitch
Go 'en and pop off, get fucked 'bout your mystique, punk bitch
I knew you way before you was actin' street, punk bitch
Started rollin' with niggas that's packin' heat, punk bitch
You more like me than them niggas, you still a geek, punk bitch
You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk bitch
And that lingo you added, that how you speak, punk bitch?
And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk bitch
So how the fuck all of a sudden you turnin' G, punk bitch?
You a slave to the peer pressure, you're weak, punk bitch
You ain't claimin' no real section, your street wasn't lit
Man, your shit look like mine, with hella tree trunks, bitch
Moved to Forest Hill Drive, and it was peace for a bit
'Til domestic turned violent, then a key just switched
In the back of my mind, I gotta be somethin', bitch
That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats, son o' bitch
Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys, son o' bitch
Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh, bitch?
Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk bitch
Gonna shoot me the fair one when we meet, punk bitch
And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
Tryna lean on that shit, nigga, I want my fuckin' head up ('Cause I've been through lots of things)
Punk bitch (Real)
Punk bitch, huh
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
He wanted love, but he only made more pain
Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
Win or you lose, get to fight another day
And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
'Cause I've been through lots of things
Hey, what's up? Hey what's up
Hey, what's up?
Yo, what's good?
Hey
Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?
Nah, fuck
Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
The person you're trying to reach
Fuck
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.03] So close
[00:03.30] Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
[00:10.68] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[00:13.24] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[00:15.00] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[00:18.51] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[00:21.16] Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite holes
[00:23.80] Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough
[00:26.36] If I survive, then I strive to hit with the flow
[00:28.00] Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow
[00:31.68] And I'm conflicted with no digits to show
[00:33.79] But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole
[00:36.36] The temperaturе's low
[00:37.40] But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga from slidin', like the tires on thе whip in the snow
[00:42.08] Vicious for sure, I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'
[00:45.63] Piss poor with intentions to glimpse, the wrist glowin'
[00:48.19] Face, tits, for rent, owing
[00:49.79] Fist clenched when niggas diss, but since knowin'
[00:52.47] Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher
[00:54.88] Than the vocal range inside, but rise vocal chain, uh
[00:57.80] My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes
[01:00.52] And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain
[01:02.87] I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain
[01:05.47] Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain
[01:08.19] Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games
[01:10.75] Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"
[01:13.35] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[01:15.87] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[01:18.55] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[01:21.07] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[01:23.71] You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?
[01:25.67] You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?
[01:28.02] We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off
[01:30.55] We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off (Set)
[01:33.19] You wanna—
[01:33.90] Here go a song that gets this shit off of my sternum
[01:36.50] This nigga back home been talkin' slick, and I done heard him
[01:39.13] You get your name goin', niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on
[01:41.61] You make you some calls, niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em
[01:44.49] He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school
[01:47.18] Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him
[01:49.45] I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden
[01:52.17] When egos is flarin', beware that's when they close the curtain (Put your hands up)
[01:55.39] It's when they close the curtain (Put your motherfu—)
[01:58.68] It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill-chill-chill-chill)
[02:01.60] It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
[02:04.15] It's when they close the curtain (You gon' shoot me? No, no, no)
[02:04.94] Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
[02:07.98] Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
[02:10.45] Win or you lose, live to fight another day
[02:13.10] And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
[02:15.81] Plenty nights a nigga didn't eat, punk bitch
[02:18.21] Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk bitch
[02:20.89] Weren't no Western Unions, so you were not needed, punk bitch
[02:23.37] All of a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh, now it's beef, punk bitch
[02:26.01] Go 'en and pop off, get fucked 'bout your mystique, punk bitch
[02:28.66] I knew you way before you was actin' street, punk bitch
[02:31.21] Started rollin' with niggas that's packin' heat, punk bitch
[02:33.89] You more like me than them niggas, you still a geek, punk bitch
[02:36.41] You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk bitch
[02:38.78] And that lingo you added, that how you speak, punk bitch?
[02:41.69] And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk bitch
[02:44.29] So how the fuck all of a sudden you turnin' G, punk bitch?
[02:47.05] You a slave to the peer pressure, you're weak, punk bitch
[02:49.44] You ain't claimin' no real section, your street wasn't lit
[02:51.85] Man, your shit look like mine, with hella tree trunks, bitch
[02:54.53] Moved to Forest Hill Drive, and it was peace for a bit
[02:57.29] 'Til domestic turned violent, then a key just switched
[02:59.64] In the back of my mind, I gotta be somethin', bitch
[03:02.60] That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats, son o' bitch
[03:05.21] Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys, son o' bitch
[03:07.76] Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh, bitch?
[03:10.36] Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk bitch
[03:12.93] Gonna shoot me the fair one when we meet, punk bitch
[03:15.56] And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
[03:18.21] Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
[03:20.85] Tryna lean on that shit, nigga, I want my fuckin' head up ('Cause I've been through lots of things)
[03:25.12] Punk bitch (Real)
[03:27.97] Punk bitch, huh
[03:28.73] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[03:31.67] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[03:34.19] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[03:36.75] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[03:39.47] Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
[03:42.07] Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
[03:44.59] Win or you lose, get to fight another day
[03:47.19] And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
[03:53.32] 'Cause I've been through lots of things
[04:17.20] Hey, what's up? Hey what's up
[04:21.29] Hey, what's up?
[04:23.78] Yo, what's good?
[04:26.65] Hey
[04:28.01] Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?
[04:31.29] Nah, fuck
[04:46.77] Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
[04:48.61] The person you're trying to reach
[04:49.90] Fuck
[04:50.34]
[00:03.30] Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
[00:10.68] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[00:13.24] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[00:15.00] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[00:18.51] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[00:21.16] Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite holes
[00:23.80] Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough
[00:26.36] If I survive, then I strive to hit with the flow
[00:28.00] Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow
[00:31.68] And I'm conflicted with no digits to show
[00:33.79] But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole
[00:36.36] The temperaturе's low
[00:37.40] But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga from slidin', like the tires on thе whip in the snow
[00:42.08] Vicious for sure, I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'
[00:45.63] Piss poor with intentions to glimpse, the wrist glowin'
[00:48.19] Face, tits, for rent, owing
[00:49.79] Fist clenched when niggas diss, but since knowin'
[00:52.47] Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher
[00:54.88] Than the vocal range inside, but rise vocal chain, uh
[00:57.80] My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes
[01:00.52] And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain
[01:02.87] I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain
[01:05.47] Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain
[01:08.19] Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games
[01:10.75] Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"
[01:13.35] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[01:15.87] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[01:18.55] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[01:21.07] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[01:23.71] You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?
[01:25.67] You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?
[01:28.02] We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off
[01:30.55] We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off (Set)
[01:33.19] You wanna—
[01:33.90] Here go a song that gets this shit off of my sternum
[01:36.50] This nigga back home been talkin' slick, and I done heard him
[01:39.13] You get your name goin', niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on
[01:41.61] You make you some calls, niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em
[01:44.49] He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school
[01:47.18] Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him
[01:49.45] I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden
[01:52.17] When egos is flarin', beware that's when they close the curtain (Put your hands up)
[01:55.39] It's when they close the curtain (Put your motherfu—)
[01:58.68] It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill-chill-chill-chill)
[02:01.60] It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
[02:04.15] It's when they close the curtain (You gon' shoot me? No, no, no)
[02:04.94] Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
[02:07.98] Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
[02:10.45] Win or you lose, live to fight another day
[02:13.10] And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
[02:15.81] Plenty nights a nigga didn't eat, punk bitch
[02:18.21] Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk bitch
[02:20.89] Weren't no Western Unions, so you were not needed, punk bitch
[02:23.37] All of a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh, now it's beef, punk bitch
[02:26.01] Go 'en and pop off, get fucked 'bout your mystique, punk bitch
[02:28.66] I knew you way before you was actin' street, punk bitch
[02:31.21] Started rollin' with niggas that's packin' heat, punk bitch
[02:33.89] You more like me than them niggas, you still a geek, punk bitch
[02:36.41] You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk bitch
[02:38.78] And that lingo you added, that how you speak, punk bitch?
[02:41.69] And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk bitch
[02:44.29] So how the fuck all of a sudden you turnin' G, punk bitch?
[02:47.05] You a slave to the peer pressure, you're weak, punk bitch
[02:49.44] You ain't claimin' no real section, your street wasn't lit
[02:51.85] Man, your shit look like mine, with hella tree trunks, bitch
[02:54.53] Moved to Forest Hill Drive, and it was peace for a bit
[02:57.29] 'Til domestic turned violent, then a key just switched
[02:59.64] In the back of my mind, I gotta be somethin', bitch
[03:02.60] That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats, son o' bitch
[03:05.21] Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys, son o' bitch
[03:07.76] Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh, bitch?
[03:10.36] Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk bitch
[03:12.93] Gonna shoot me the fair one when we meet, punk bitch
[03:15.56] And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
[03:18.21] Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch
[03:20.85] Tryna lean on that shit, nigga, I want my fuckin' head up ('Cause I've been through lots of things)
[03:25.12] Punk bitch (Real)
[03:27.97] Punk bitch, huh
[03:28.73] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[03:31.67] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[03:34.19] Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games
[03:36.75] He wanted love, but he only made more pain
[03:39.47] Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade
[03:42.07] Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed
[03:44.59] Win or you lose, get to fight another day
[03:47.19] And if I take an L, I won't feel no way
[03:53.32] 'Cause I've been through lots of things
[04:17.20] Hey, what's up? Hey what's up
[04:21.29] Hey, what's up?
[04:23.78] Yo, what's good?
[04:26.65] Hey
[04:28.01] Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?
[04:31.29] Nah, fuck
[04:46.77] Your call has been forwarded to voicemail
[04:48.61] The person you're trying to reach
[04:49.90] Fuck
[04:50.34]