Walking With the Spirit

Bootin' fah deez hoes.
Boy, I knew you was a chump.
Niggaz want my head so you know its n da trunk.
Young nigga had to go n get it out da slums.
Mama paid bills by herself every month.
To make it out the hood boy, thats all a nigga want.
Niggaz wanna see yahh down, bad, on yahh own.
I had to thank God for the shitt that he helped me thru cause without em i couldn't do it on my own.
This is my life nahh lemme put it in a song.
Hatin ass niggaz they all on my dick, Internet beefin, sneak dissin on the phone.
Hatin ass niggah get off my shitt.
I told mama that i gotta go get cause aine got time to be seeing her stress.
So, a nigga hit the studio grabbed my pen and my pad and everybody know the rest.
Aine got time for deez drama'ed out, pray they ass all that, doing to much ass hoes, So ima stick solo and, ima stay dolo and go get this shitt all on my own.
But I'm balling on niggaz like Jordan and shitt, She calling my phone I'm ignoring this bitch.
I sweaa that I'm finna make history bruhh, i wish they was right here recording this shitt.
Isweaa that I'm winning i can't take a loss, i don't fuck with no niggas cause most of em flaw, Yo girl say she want me cause i got the sauce ima fuck her one time then I'm kicking her out