Assumptions - Dizzy Wright

Niggas talk that «real» shit

I don’t even know what’s real no more

These mothafuckas nowadays

Just be saying shit

A lot of shit going on in the world

And these niggas talkin about they real niggas

Uh I never been the type to judge niggas

Fuck, niggas look at me like I lucked up nigga

But this shit is getting harder

Got a stomach full of liquor and I’m thinking about my daughter

I should be a-fucking-shamed of myself

Baby mama struggling, I put the fucking blame on myself

I should just grab my gat, and fucking aim at myself

I did this on my own, you niggas came with the help

So I disinclude and no I’m not dissing you

But in the interview, I clearly said I don’t remember you, lil nigga

You ain’t nothing but a lil nigga

Just me and my .45, it quite clear that you came full of niggas

Uh, I know that bullshit gangsta talk

But I don’t ever get involved if I ain’t involved

What you portraying dawg, blowing money

Fuck that, I’m trying to teach my child how to save it all

So if I vent to you, tell me can you see yourself making assumptions (making

assumptions)?

Contradicting my shit from the outside, making a judgement (making a judgement)

I guess I’m just like everybody else, living in this world with no help

No guidance, no self-love, until I met drugs

Gangstas being imitated, by internet thugs, Shrugs

No hugs, just guns, just fun

He bust one, retaliate on my loved one

It ain’t worth it, need a 9 to 5

It ain’t working, not for me

So I’m doing it for a strange purpose

I ain’t too focused on the «getting around,»

The pussy will come, I just can’t be sitting around

Looking around, missed it when it could’ve been now

As good as they come, and got lost in the crowd

That’s a sad story

See niggas just wanna hustle and rap

Rap music got bitch niggas in love with the trap

Me, I got that shit to make the government mad

Pussy nigga, how thuggin is that?

Take notes.