Baby Girl
Baby girl built like a Cadillac
Giving me a rap attack
Beauty is the cataracts
To cover up the flaws
Fact is she don’t understand this rap shit
All she know how to do is swipe the plastic
Put on her make up and spread the Chap Stick
Her main aspirations to be a rap chick
In the video
I told her go to school silly hoe
New millennium Billy Jean
We call her Billy Joe
Sam, Tom, Dick, and Harry
All her pimp daddies one-track mind for Sally
She too quick to give up the draws
But she won’t stop screwing till she
Fuck the stars
Thinking these niggas be bigger than her
For material she steady giving it up
Now two sons later
With no fathers to guild them
The more dope boys the more she gonna ride them
Mercedes Benz she dream of driving
Misguided youth with scars she can’t hide them
If she reach higher for stars she might find them
But she too stuck on the stars that stay shining
(Hamza Atoi)
Her ocean unique
Yet for those who sail on Atlantic Shores
Gain more than a wave in the superficial life
I know a single mother who’s mad at the world
On the real I can’t be mad at the girl
Baby daddy in the F.E.D.S.
5 for tax evasion
For the lawyer homeboy used all his savings
The Lex got repoed
The crib got resold
Gucci on EBay Koochie on decay
She back in the hood with a GEED
Trying to raise a black man right now he’s three
Up in the CC shake her ass for dollars
And the CC stand for community college
Degrading herself to feed her fam
Can’t sleep cause at night she feels all those hands
And She mad at her man
For the wrong reasons
She should be mad for eating and not feeding
Her brain now she’s rock bottom of chains
Where cum stained blood money’s always exchanged
A black girl lost in the game
For chasing the fame
But found pain
At 20 she now drained
Instead of a woman she ‘s now called slang
A hoe and really though who could you blame
Her ocean unique
Yet for those who sail on Atlantic Shores
Gain more than a wave in the superficial life
She wanted to be an actress
But ended up a waitress
Her friends filled her head up with fake shit
Instead of her plan
She took the hard route
And once you in trouble
It’s hard to get out
She ended up on the casting couch
With a dick in her mouth
And now she’s scorned
3 grams of blow a day doing porn
Dude she called her boyfriend turned her on
Got a lil money but now no dignity
Her friends filled her head up with imagery
Now the industry is her enemy
And success to her is bad memories
Can’t have kids her womb is too polluted
Her big break was her body being distributed
Exploited and poisoned by the camera
No one loves her they lust and clamor her
All for the glamour and the spotlight
So is it really sweet when you live the pop life
All the time shorty gotta watch her grind
A woman of the streets may lose her mind
Hamza Atoi
200 dollars in ones
One gold pole and a lost soul
An absent thought learned from her absent mother now
Abstinence is smothered in dreams
Of I want better for my life
But life don’t get much better
When better days come from dropping panties
And scarred knees
Baby you just got to breath
Like you pushing life in this world
I’m just trying to push life in you girl with through poem
Before your heart turns cold
Like the coldest winter ever
I don’t want to ever see your name
Turn into a season written by a soldier
You gotta keep keep on
You gotta keep keep on