BS

[Verse 1: D'Shaun]

Me & Kris could've did it
Thinking back on what was almost
I would look her in her eyes
And she'd relieve me of my problems

I mean
Nothing even mattered
Swear I felt the time was stopping
So when shorty disappeared
Outta heaven I had fallen

Uh

Back up on my bullshit
Glass O E. 40s
We was back up on that bullshit
Glock's Rugers & 40s

I had really started rapping
I had stopped writing poetry
Determined for attention
From them bitches who ain't notice me

Pocket full of money
Tryna ball on a bitch nigga
Stopped bumping Dilla
Started smoking on the killa' nigga

30 in my jeans
I ain't boxing, I'ma kill a nigga
Never read Braille, on the real
I 'ont feel you niggas

Still selling dope out the
Fucking Honda Civic
I was out here on the grind
Tryna shine like acrylic

Really out here tryna get it
Like it was nobody's business
Got my mind on my money
And my money on my niggas

Bullshit
Bullshit

[Verse 2]

Life was not a game
Me and God was disagreeing
Tryna be a John Legend
Hitting on a Chrissy Teigen, uh

Daddy was a preaching
I was really on a mission
Fuck a million or a trillion
I just wanna place to live in

I just want a hundred dollars
Take my niggas out to dinner
I just wanna real bitch
I don't need no damn pretender

I just wanna place to live
This alcohol consumed my liver
Smoking weed to clear my mind
Of all the demons living in here

I just wanna piece of mind
A bad bitch to spend some time
I wanna Rollie on my arm
That don't even tell time

I want the simple shit
The simple shit, that I had took for granted
They say life comes at you fast
That shit is true, but I ain't panic

Lost my home, my girl and Granny
In a Week or maybe two
I could've killed myself and quit
Instead I hustled, I improved

Swear that I'ma win big
However many times I lose
No success without failure
Just do what you gotta do
In Bullshit, Bullshit..

[Verse 3]

Dropped up outta school
Too cool for the scholars
I need all 24
Tryna hustle, every hour uh

Traded all my books
For like 85 dollars
Then I put it to the Reup
Tryna be a shot caller

I ain't thinking bout tomorrow
Cuss' today could be my last
I had started ditching class
Selling dro for little cash

I 'ont live in yesterday
You can't be focused on the past
When that shit had got desperate
Hit the store to the cop the mask uh

Fuck her then I'm bouncing
Shit my dinner on these streets hoe
Life on the line, tryna ball
Shooting free throws

Looking for the king
Tryna get that nigga dethroned
My newest ting the bomb
Like a mine full of C4

I was getting hopeless
I was broker than a joke nigga
Hadn't ate in days I was hungry
For some hope nigga

Mind full of lessons
I had learned from a pulpit
9 with a full clip
Back up on that...

Bullshit..
Bullshit
Bullshit
Bullllllllshit

[Interlude]