Life Story
Yo I know no one knows me
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody like me
Do you understand
See I'm not tryin to be Famouz
So don't even try to debate this
It's like I'm surrounded by fakers
Posers wiggers and wangsters
It's like I'm all by myself
And I'm surrounded be hell
Nobody fights for what's right
Hell yea it's time to rebel
We loadin in the Chevelle
I'm rollin' deep with a piece
We steady given em hell
But I can barely sleep
Call me a freak in the sheets
Cuz I wake up in a hurry
Cant face myself in the mirror
Because the blood makes it blurry
No I can't wash my hands either
But yo they getting so dirty
I think I'm goin insane
But yo I'm not even thirty
So I put the world on my shoulders
And then I tabled the pain
I'm goin double or nothin
I'm bettin all of the grain
If I'm goin down well the fuck it
I'm goin out with a bang
And If Im dead by tomorrow
Homie remember my name
Cuz that's the price of the game
Pay with the bullshit that follows
Wont be the same today
And I can't promise tomorrow
Piss your flame away
Or just get stuck in a bottle
It ain't the game to play
And that's just the pill that you swallowed
And yo I know no one knows me
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody like me
Do you understand
See Im not tryin to be Famouz
So don't even try to debate this
It's like Im surrounded by fakers
Posers wiggers and wangsters
And yo I know that your fakers
Because you paid for the pleasure
Goin in like its Vegas
But yo your secrets were
Never safer
When you ally with
AntiFamouz
Your name will not
Be in papers
Unless you want
Entertainment
But homie ain't
Doin favors
Im gunna need form of payment
Cuz I cant be cashin fables
Don't skip me in this rotation
I just
Been waitin tables
Now I'm on track to make it
A couple of times I failed
It's time to stand up and face it
I read it in fuckin brail
I was young I was stupid
And homie yea I was blind
I was obsessed with the paper
That's why I did me some time
I was a bit of a hater
But now I'm kind of in line
And when I got out of jail
My reputation was fine
That was a sign
That I was up to no good
I packed my duffel bag then
And I got out when I could
Said goodbye to my friends and
For some it was for good
Traded my piece for a pen I
Wish that more would
Yo I know no one knows me
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody like me
Do you understand
See Im not tryin to be Famouz
So don't even try to debate this
It's like Im surrounded by fakers
Posers wiggers and wangsters
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody like me
Do you understand
See I'm not tryin to be Famouz
So don't even try to debate this
It's like I'm surrounded by fakers
Posers wiggers and wangsters
It's like I'm all by myself
And I'm surrounded be hell
Nobody fights for what's right
Hell yea it's time to rebel
We loadin in the Chevelle
I'm rollin' deep with a piece
We steady given em hell
But I can barely sleep
Call me a freak in the sheets
Cuz I wake up in a hurry
Cant face myself in the mirror
Because the blood makes it blurry
No I can't wash my hands either
But yo they getting so dirty
I think I'm goin insane
But yo I'm not even thirty
So I put the world on my shoulders
And then I tabled the pain
I'm goin double or nothin
I'm bettin all of the grain
If I'm goin down well the fuck it
I'm goin out with a bang
And If Im dead by tomorrow
Homie remember my name
Cuz that's the price of the game
Pay with the bullshit that follows
Wont be the same today
And I can't promise tomorrow
Piss your flame away
Or just get stuck in a bottle
It ain't the game to play
And that's just the pill that you swallowed
And yo I know no one knows me
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody like me
Do you understand
See Im not tryin to be Famouz
So don't even try to debate this
It's like Im surrounded by fakers
Posers wiggers and wangsters
And yo I know that your fakers
Because you paid for the pleasure
Goin in like its Vegas
But yo your secrets were
Never safer
When you ally with
AntiFamouz
Your name will not
Be in papers
Unless you want
Entertainment
But homie ain't
Doin favors
Im gunna need form of payment
Cuz I cant be cashin fables
Don't skip me in this rotation
I just
Been waitin tables
Now I'm on track to make it
A couple of times I failed
It's time to stand up and face it
I read it in fuckin brail
I was young I was stupid
And homie yea I was blind
I was obsessed with the paper
That's why I did me some time
I was a bit of a hater
But now I'm kind of in line
And when I got out of jail
My reputation was fine
That was a sign
That I was up to no good
I packed my duffel bag then
And I got out when I could
Said goodbye to my friends and
For some it was for good
Traded my piece for a pen I
Wish that more would
Yo I know no one knows me
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody like me
Do you understand
See Im not tryin to be Famouz
So don't even try to debate this
It's like Im surrounded by fakers
Posers wiggers and wangsters
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Kenneth
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