MISS ME

Miss me wit that bullshit
I'm young enough to fool wit
A quarter million cool chick
I'm black and skinny like a pool Stick
She want my mini get the Cool whip
I'm cool with the problems that I'm facing
Cuz I'm knowing that They making me better please
I be struggling to get up
To continue
So much issues grab the tissue
I'm too sick Cali weed got me Higher then ya rent
Running fast from the problems Michael Vick
Rolling weed with The hands
Ima use to get rich
Why you talking I be working And contemplating
If ima make It in this seem like a trap
Multiple paths I could take
But afraid cuz they all crash like a Wave sin got em in the cage
Mama taught me better ways
Still hoping for better days
Been lonely sense the seventh Grade writing in my page
All These thoughts that got me filled With rage still feel the same aye
Just started this I don't really got It all I'm coming up
We making Sure wit all my dawgs
I smoke too much but who don't Even have no wrongs
I say a prayer read a verse and Then I'm gone
Been through the worst another Storm tryna turn it to a song
But it's hard when the motions That you feel leave you scars
Silver chains replace the dark
My middle name raised me he
Made me smart
Simple bars but I ain't nothing Basic yes
Ima really make it in This matrix you need the bacon
Greed got em stuck so now what
We outta luck another decade of Nonsense and frustration

Miss me wit that bullshit
I'm young enough to fool wit
A quarter million cool chick
I'm black and skinny like a pool Stick
She want my mini get the Cool whip
I'm cool with the problems that I'm facing
Cuz I'm knowing that They making me better please
I be struggling to get up
To continue
So much issues grab the tissue
I'm too sick Cali weed got me Higher then ya rent
Running fast from the problems Michael Vick
Rolling weed with The hands
Ima use to get rich



Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Morris
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