My Blues

Yea Demons tryna break me again challenge my faith once again Life I'm just taking it in Look Perspective Seems like they changing up when people who claimed they ya friend Fake on hand they said they would lend Fell out with family and they don't care to mend Or fix things that was started by them Hoes only showing you attention when you bout to spend Had to realize it's only one person that's there in beginning And end and beloved that's you I wish I had popped out with Tizz when he asked me to pull up to the stu I put music off but at the same time I could feel how my passion grew See I just waited big contemplation until I knew this what I should do Budda my pants but it won't the only thing that on my body that really was true Yea And that's why I rock with myself gotta know nobody gonna make your dreams Happen but you and yourself can't be afraid to show people what you got Just know your worth and ya wealth what the point Of product in the store if you don't get picked off the shelf Yea Check it Nobody spot is Reserved until you put in that work now every thing you deserve On a plate like a bunch of d'oeuvre Creep up on the money I lurk cake talks let's converse If not then I just swerve I thinking about women I had and back then How they got on my nerves maybe I should have treated em better Took em shopping more just to splurge but I have no regrets Cause women tell far lies so they'll get a purse And I'm really him believe me I gotta go hard every verse I'm talking facts today walking up in my path today Y'all be lost tryna catch the wave and that's word to the castaways Dead ends watch em pass away knocking beats out like I'm Cassius Clay Felling like meek with the nappy braids Yea Gritty nigga Opps on my block in my city Is you off that wok you look dizzy Yea yea Bitch I'm from the town everybody know round the world we get busy I don't fuck with many men niggas iffy For that bread we turn corn into jiffy Can't earn a half cent even if they was penny Put knifes in my back you a rat or a piggy Niggas die in they hood like they Kenny And that's why they tote glocks or a semi And these goes go crazy for bengies and that pussy ain't mine It's a renty money come money go it can't end me I invested my stack of my stimmy get it back spend it back in a plent You niggas just envy Look I'm done with niggas being fake I'm done trusting on niggas who's snakes I'm done being humble dubbie got this off the muscle It's time to show niggas I'm great I get too much love to be dishing out hate Don't look at my food you ain't finish ya plate I get too much love to be dishing out hate Don't look at my food you ain't finish ya plate see this is my blues