Lyrics #Hashtag - FRAN¢

#Hashtag

He know I’m filled with pride
He know how I feel inside
They say he knows your heart
So he knows my daughter
And he knows my wife
And he knows they both my life
They the reason why even when I get stressed
I push thru like a bench press
What more I need
Kiss um on the cheek before I leave
Then I’m out the door
First job at 8, next one at 4
And my managers younger than me
Cuz I never finished up my college degree
At 20 thought I’d go to the league
Then I turned 21 blew out my knee
Thought my school would look out for me
But they never called a scout for me
Turns out, everybody doubted me
And now I work hourly, for some business
That don’t provide benefits
But my daughter need insulin
So now I’m going 66
In a 45 *police sirens* just to get to work on time
Rear view, red light blue light
So I pull to the right
Trynna make it out alive
Keys on the dash *throws keys* windows down *windows go down*
He steps out the car, I pray he brown
But he’s white, fuck he’s white
«License and registration»
Gather up my information
Hope to God that he’s patient
Sorry officer I was racing
«Lemme guess gotta be to work by 8»
Honestly I was running late
And this week is really important
So he let me get off with just a warning uhh
I’m surprised that never works out like that
Still gotta get to work fast
And My boss is mad, and it’s 8:03 *office sounds*
Wanna beat his punk ass but pay day see
And It’s hard to be mad
Direct deposit hits and you see that it is just 3 stacks
Even tho that’s just pre tax
A month worth of bills and some weed bags
All this stress yeah I need that
Get higher than a seat back tray
Damn near every day
It’s 2:58, I’m bout to leave
My manager says he needs to talk to me
You’ve been late one too many times
Cost one too many dimes
Since the day you were hired
So I’m sad to say that you’re fired
What the fuck you mean I’m fired
Im the only one here inspired
Please get silent, don’t get violent
So I pack my shit and leave
Thought we was thick as thieves
Young nigga bought my weed
How he gonna fire me?
How you gon fire me?
… Fuck
It’s 3:45, just got to my other work on time
Shit going thru my mind
How my daughter gonna survive?
And the Boss call me as soon as she see my face
I’m like fuck, what this bitch gon say
She starts off with
How is the family?
Said that she had some big plans for me
How would you like a promotion?
In my mind I’m like «oh shit»
But there’s a catch that goes widdit
I gotta fuck her in the office and
The thought made me nauseous and
Cautious and conscience Of the consequence
Had to think it over
It was foreskin or foreclosure
And I still wasn’t so sure
First and last time, I’m ashamed of myself
But Americas the land of the wealth
And my daughter need meds so I’m praying for her health
And with that raise
Only work once a day
That’s more time to play with Renee
Tomorrow she’s 8
Gotta shop for her birthday, in the worst way
It’s 10:45, thank god I got to leave work on time
Toy store closes at 11
So I gotta speed every second
Its 10:57, Gotta thank heavens
Cops didn’t see me that’s a blessing
Walk up to the store and I’m so shocked
Cuz the god damn doors locked
So I knock… *knock on door*
Knock on the door
And I yell «hey I just need one toy»
I know they can hear me but they just ignore
So I bang a little louder *bangs in door* get a little sour
Cuz they closed before the hour
Trynna be a paying customer they won’t allow it
So I bang a little louder *bangs on door*
Somebody better come to this door don’t be a fucking coward]
Now it’s 11:04
A woman comes up and she says
We’re closed
I say «no shit, but I pulled up at 10:56
Look I’m sorry, my daughter turns 8 tomorrow
We open at 8 tomorrow
Now I’m filled with sorrow
I walk back To my car bruh
I’ll come back in the AM
There’s a cop parked reading my plates and
He says
Boy this parking lots closed
I said «I'm not your boy, I know»
[Cop
This parking lots closed
«that's why I’m trynna get going»
He said
Oh you got a smart mouth
«No I’m just not your boy pal»
License and registration
Reach for my information
It’s in my pocket, he shot me *gunshot*
He reached for his waist band
Shot me in the kidneys, I try to run
STOP RESISTING *gunshots*
Now the world gets cold
I think about my wife and daughter at home
I didn’t wanna be a bad dad
And now I’m just hashtag
I said now I’m just a hashtag
I said I’m just another hashtag
Now I’m just a hashtag
Yeah I’m just another hashtag