Just (Freestyle)

I might just, might loose my mind if I do not adjust
I been plotting this koo since the 8th grade
I put my dreams into a blunt, then spark em and fade away
They say that problems fade away, I don't think that shit is true

They say that problems fade away, bitch cash didn't come quick
From a city where they never scared to pull the gun quick
Gun blazers, the murder is contagious
Its an uproar, this what I breathe for its my life path

I knew a shawty that said to forever chase it
Coz knowing me I wouldn't survive if I didn't make it
Grew up feeling displacement, couldn't fit the arrangement
I'm an opportunist if I see it, imma take it

My only father was time, instead of my biological
Now the prospect is the one that they expect from
I can't chase a dream that wasn't ever mine
If my state of mind ain't clear, then never mind this shit

So put your hands up in the sky, if you belive in love
That's that feeling that you get, that seaps into your lungs
And creeps into your veins, eventually takes your brain
That's that feeling that can only be, described as love

Said put your hands up in the sky, if you belive in love
That's that feeling that you get, that seaps into your lungs
And creeps into your veins, eventually takes your brain
That's that feeling that can only be, described as love

Cook bars in the kitchen, like I'm on house arrest
Yes I rest, on cheeks 'n titties, put mayo on her breast
Then I give her bread, that's a sandwich, which left the hourglass
I still love me chicken mayo but this time I will pass

At a young age I had chicken mayo for lunch and dinner
What that mean? Older mummies used to give me sugar
And money, God forbid that I tell my own mommy
But now a nigga growing man I'm looking at the youngings

I just want the buns but she want me to buy bunny
You focused on huns bro, I'm focused on the hunnids
You trynna be fun bro, I'm effortlessly funny
And this nigga damn broke, get yourself some money

I might make a classic song
In class I'm bored
I write my wrongs
On the chalkboard

Check my glow
I get pussy not from hoes
She either gives me top or goes low
Either way, she gonn' blow

So put your hands up in the sky, if you belive in love
That's that feeling that you get, that seaps into your lungs
And creeps into your veins, eventually takes your brain
That's that feeling that can only be, described as love

Said put your hands up in the sky, if you belive in love
That's that feeling that you get, that seaps into your lungs
And creeps into your veins, eventually takes your brain
That's that feeling that can only be, described as love

I might just