Soulfully Speaking
They tell me that they love me but why would I believe them
From experience I know people change like the season
If we talking real ones I cannot count ten
A wise person once told me not everyone's your friend
I play fool to catch wise, cause I know that they pretend
Pocket watching judas always watching what I spend
Every time I get a blessing I can see that they hate
I don't want them man around me cause I know the loves fake
If your tell them about your wins you'll see the jealous in the face
Every time I get a chance, I gotta pray for my brother
Cause he was doing time and he went and lost his mother
Came home for one year and he went and lost his farther
Now he's back in a cell I make dua that he's well
He knows when he needs I'm the number he can dial
And I've still got faith that he's gonna beat the trial
I've still got faith that he's gonna bus case
All the things that we've been through we gotta a make it out
And i put that on my life and my unborn child
All the trials and tribulations
They taught us many some lessons
Living dangerously we was only adolescence
Now sitting here thinking what's happened to the world
Nowadays It's kinda hard just to find a good girl
Most of them got no ambition they just wanna have fun
I can't bring them kinda gyal to introduce to my mom
Are you dumb, I'm a king so I gotta get a queen
Low key she ain't tryna be up on every scene
Good body pretty face and she keeps the house clean
Good manners and morals shorty's kinda like me
Works hard for her money she don't ask anything
But her energy just makes me wanna give her everything
I wanna give her the world buy her diamonds and Pearl
But a gold digger can't get a penny out of me
I'm a gee, all I give em is henny and d
Big facts you can ask all the Lucy's that I mashed
There ain't nothing but distractions so I'm focused on the cash
Success is all I want so I'm sticking to this path
Im a person that believes that everything that happens to you in life
It happens for erm to shape you as a person
You know what im saying every struggle every challenge
Everything that's placed in front of you is to see how
Strong of a person you gone become
I like rapping, I love writing lyrics
I'm the real McCoy authentic no gimmicks
I sold dope out of bando's and Honda Civics
I like going studio and trying different flows
But my rents due I gotta go chop these o's
I like going through beats while I'm free-styling
A melody for my hook then I'm going in
But I heard the feds want me in for questioning
Usually that's remand and I'm back on the wing
In my prison issue tracksuit a sock and a tin
All l need right now is a pen and a pad
That's how I pass time in the pen in my pad
When I'm feeling low this poetry's my best friend
I just let my soul bleed out this black pen
Street life ain't a joke like druski
I was on social smoking burn with Ruski
With tanks g deuce and MD
I went to mash a couple works with AD
Rewind.I was in the T slanging TT
Got this peng bee from Pakistani
But I got this hard white from a yardy
Till I whipped it in the kitchen like auntie
Gotta scrape up the bits out the pot g
Can't let this white boy get wasted like arrdee
If I ain't in your top ten I beg your pardon
I just want my flowers now fuck the stardom
I came up serving fiends in a fiends house
But I've always known music is my way out
But sometimes i feel I'm going in circles
Like I'm stuck in a box like some work tools
From experience I know people change like the season
If we talking real ones I cannot count ten
A wise person once told me not everyone's your friend
I play fool to catch wise, cause I know that they pretend
Pocket watching judas always watching what I spend
Every time I get a blessing I can see that they hate
I don't want them man around me cause I know the loves fake
If your tell them about your wins you'll see the jealous in the face
Every time I get a chance, I gotta pray for my brother
Cause he was doing time and he went and lost his mother
Came home for one year and he went and lost his farther
Now he's back in a cell I make dua that he's well
He knows when he needs I'm the number he can dial
And I've still got faith that he's gonna beat the trial
I've still got faith that he's gonna bus case
All the things that we've been through we gotta a make it out
And i put that on my life and my unborn child
All the trials and tribulations
They taught us many some lessons
Living dangerously we was only adolescence
Now sitting here thinking what's happened to the world
Nowadays It's kinda hard just to find a good girl
Most of them got no ambition they just wanna have fun
I can't bring them kinda gyal to introduce to my mom
Are you dumb, I'm a king so I gotta get a queen
Low key she ain't tryna be up on every scene
Good body pretty face and she keeps the house clean
Good manners and morals shorty's kinda like me
Works hard for her money she don't ask anything
But her energy just makes me wanna give her everything
I wanna give her the world buy her diamonds and Pearl
But a gold digger can't get a penny out of me
I'm a gee, all I give em is henny and d
Big facts you can ask all the Lucy's that I mashed
There ain't nothing but distractions so I'm focused on the cash
Success is all I want so I'm sticking to this path
Im a person that believes that everything that happens to you in life
It happens for erm to shape you as a person
You know what im saying every struggle every challenge
Everything that's placed in front of you is to see how
Strong of a person you gone become
I like rapping, I love writing lyrics
I'm the real McCoy authentic no gimmicks
I sold dope out of bando's and Honda Civics
I like going studio and trying different flows
But my rents due I gotta go chop these o's
I like going through beats while I'm free-styling
A melody for my hook then I'm going in
But I heard the feds want me in for questioning
Usually that's remand and I'm back on the wing
In my prison issue tracksuit a sock and a tin
All l need right now is a pen and a pad
That's how I pass time in the pen in my pad
When I'm feeling low this poetry's my best friend
I just let my soul bleed out this black pen
Street life ain't a joke like druski
I was on social smoking burn with Ruski
With tanks g deuce and MD
I went to mash a couple works with AD
Rewind.I was in the T slanging TT
Got this peng bee from Pakistani
But I got this hard white from a yardy
Till I whipped it in the kitchen like auntie
Gotta scrape up the bits out the pot g
Can't let this white boy get wasted like arrdee
If I ain't in your top ten I beg your pardon
I just want my flowers now fuck the stardom
I came up serving fiends in a fiends house
But I've always known music is my way out
But sometimes i feel I'm going in circles
Like I'm stuck in a box like some work tools
Credits
Writer(s): Gift Chuene
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