Improve
Come take a walk in my shoes And tell me what to do
It Ain't no love in this cruel World you only got you
Been down for a lil minute now Its bout time I improve
And I'm at war with myself I'm Not at war with you
Tryna make it I won't give up on My mission
Hate I call them critics but They Cant see the vision
Writing these rhymes I'm just Tryna stay consistent
Tryna make it out the trenches And I hope the lord is with me
Don't know where to start from Thoughts all over the place
Heart been so scarred so I play Everything safe
Life been so hard wish I could go Far away
Just take a trip to Mars and never Return to this place
But I ain't looking for no love I'm just tryna run it up
Heart frozen and it ain't nothing That you could do to heat it up
Laid back want them Stacks you Wont catch me In the club
Keep a gac we wack You can play And get bust up
But we ain't on that don't Condone that
I'm on some other my Generation ain't even on yet
Thinking with you a get you Split you should've known that
Tryna run that bag up disappear My mind be on that
Come take a walk in my shoes And tell me what to do
It Ain't no love in this cruel World you only got you
Been down for a lil minute now Its bout time I improve
And I'm at war with myself I'm Not at war with you
Tryna make it I won't give up on My mission
Niggas hate I call them critics but They can't see the vision
Writing these rhymes I'm just Tryna stay consistent
Tryna make it out the trenches And I hope the lord is with me
Facing the same old trials ain't a Thing change
And Bro really my Brodie think The same we feel the same pain
Broke and down bad they ain't Gone help you or won't lend a Thing
Soon as I make it ima do the Same and Ion hear a thing
Gotta do some big I can't forever Be punching a clock
Get in make my team win so I'm Passing the rock
Gotta be myself I can't pretend The real gone come on top
Learn from the Ogs the youngest posted on that block
Taunting them glocks you'll get Pop for perpetrating a opp
And ion won't oops these Cop They'll shoot and a rat you out
And the judge ain't petty Youngin they gone max you out
So be yo self remain real and Find another route
It Ain't no love in this cruel World you only got you
Been down for a lil minute now Its bout time I improve
And I'm at war with myself I'm Not at war with you
Tryna make it I won't give up on My mission
Hate I call them critics but They Cant see the vision
Writing these rhymes I'm just Tryna stay consistent
Tryna make it out the trenches And I hope the lord is with me
Don't know where to start from Thoughts all over the place
Heart been so scarred so I play Everything safe
Life been so hard wish I could go Far away
Just take a trip to Mars and never Return to this place
But I ain't looking for no love I'm just tryna run it up
Heart frozen and it ain't nothing That you could do to heat it up
Laid back want them Stacks you Wont catch me In the club
Keep a gac we wack You can play And get bust up
But we ain't on that don't Condone that
I'm on some other my Generation ain't even on yet
Thinking with you a get you Split you should've known that
Tryna run that bag up disappear My mind be on that
Come take a walk in my shoes And tell me what to do
It Ain't no love in this cruel World you only got you
Been down for a lil minute now Its bout time I improve
And I'm at war with myself I'm Not at war with you
Tryna make it I won't give up on My mission
Niggas hate I call them critics but They can't see the vision
Writing these rhymes I'm just Tryna stay consistent
Tryna make it out the trenches And I hope the lord is with me
Facing the same old trials ain't a Thing change
And Bro really my Brodie think The same we feel the same pain
Broke and down bad they ain't Gone help you or won't lend a Thing
Soon as I make it ima do the Same and Ion hear a thing
Gotta do some big I can't forever Be punching a clock
Get in make my team win so I'm Passing the rock
Gotta be myself I can't pretend The real gone come on top
Learn from the Ogs the youngest posted on that block
Taunting them glocks you'll get Pop for perpetrating a opp
And ion won't oops these Cop They'll shoot and a rat you out
And the judge ain't petty Youngin they gone max you out
So be yo self remain real and Find another route
Credits
Writer(s): Davion King
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