Beggin'
My life stained glass
Or is it a bloody mirror
My Cristal ball
Who could view it clearer
That means you veiwing me
But still it aint no you and me
This go for God future woman
And these niggas too
No longer will i bow my head
Or fix my lips to beg
I asked the lord
To bring me woman that would change my life
But all i ever meet is leaches
That'll suck me dry
I ask this bitches to be patent
Last a week at most
I told my niggas
We can kill em with this music shit
They either waiting on my first body
Or freedom came
But either way its like fuck em
Aint no turing back
And if they real niggas
Then they'll truly understand that
Court appearances
Bitches be like pinky swear
I got an angel on my shoulder
Its the falling type
Birds of a feather flock together
So i walk it out
Dump the hole clip on a nigga
Aint no swapin out
I use to hate school
Now words rule everything around me
My verses pages
picture perfect guess my lifes a book
Dope enough to paint a picture
NO CAMP FIRE
No strings attached
The camp fire
These bitches say they love me
Whos the better liar
I fell for it once
Then came the great depression
Bitch left me
Couldnt deal with my depression
So my next is an ex
Due to bad impressions
Money talks
Bitches walk
My nigga's no Justice
Just revenge nigga
So fuck the taste of tears
I reather face my fears
Erase my peers
And prey i never do a year
Moma say respect the law
I just respect the f-law
Fuck law
Na thats the last straw
Its dark in here
Unless you picking sides
Im standing tall
I aint bowing down
People knife you in the back
Thats a sneak attack
This a drity game
Flame to paper planes
Getting hi enough
To see these faggots switching lanes
They going to feel my pain
If not i hope they hate me then
My niggas say i go to hard
But i mean every bar
So when i say fuck the world
Im talking bout you too
Before i started snappin like J
Y'all had alot to say
Ya bars are weak
Nigga ya flow asleep
Well you bitches brain dead
Cuz im tit for tat
And everybody saying i need a writer
Aint as nice as me
Before i let a nigga write my bars
I give em walking shoes
Tell em close his eyes no peekin
Nigga Follow me
The world dont believe in me
Only cuz i aint rich yet
But i can lead the blind into the light
They just cant see it yet
Cuz if you all powerful
You cant be all good
And if you all good
Aint no way you all powerful
Or is it a bloody mirror
My Cristal ball
Who could view it clearer
That means you veiwing me
But still it aint no you and me
This go for God future woman
And these niggas too
No longer will i bow my head
Or fix my lips to beg
I asked the lord
To bring me woman that would change my life
But all i ever meet is leaches
That'll suck me dry
I ask this bitches to be patent
Last a week at most
I told my niggas
We can kill em with this music shit
They either waiting on my first body
Or freedom came
But either way its like fuck em
Aint no turing back
And if they real niggas
Then they'll truly understand that
Court appearances
Bitches be like pinky swear
I got an angel on my shoulder
Its the falling type
Birds of a feather flock together
So i walk it out
Dump the hole clip on a nigga
Aint no swapin out
I use to hate school
Now words rule everything around me
My verses pages
picture perfect guess my lifes a book
Dope enough to paint a picture
NO CAMP FIRE
No strings attached
The camp fire
These bitches say they love me
Whos the better liar
I fell for it once
Then came the great depression
Bitch left me
Couldnt deal with my depression
So my next is an ex
Due to bad impressions
Money talks
Bitches walk
My nigga's no Justice
Just revenge nigga
So fuck the taste of tears
I reather face my fears
Erase my peers
And prey i never do a year
Moma say respect the law
I just respect the f-law
Fuck law
Na thats the last straw
Its dark in here
Unless you picking sides
Im standing tall
I aint bowing down
People knife you in the back
Thats a sneak attack
This a drity game
Flame to paper planes
Getting hi enough
To see these faggots switching lanes
They going to feel my pain
If not i hope they hate me then
My niggas say i go to hard
But i mean every bar
So when i say fuck the world
Im talking bout you too
Before i started snappin like J
Y'all had alot to say
Ya bars are weak
Nigga ya flow asleep
Well you bitches brain dead
Cuz im tit for tat
And everybody saying i need a writer
Aint as nice as me
Before i let a nigga write my bars
I give em walking shoes
Tell em close his eyes no peekin
Nigga Follow me
The world dont believe in me
Only cuz i aint rich yet
But i can lead the blind into the light
They just cant see it yet
Cuz if you all powerful
You cant be all good
And if you all good
Aint no way you all powerful
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth George
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