F.A.C.E. Freestyle

[Verse 1: Young Soul]

I hit the herb
And get the urge
To let these verses surge
Drown in my vices
I be fighting
Tryna find the surface
Life for me lately been amazing
I thank God for working
I pray he keep guiding my path
So I can find my purpose
Don't take it personal
I'm shining because God preferred it
I ain't because I'm the better man
Or that I deserve it
Give me a dollar for the thoughts that said
That I was perfect
And I'd buy mama a house
Cause her thoughts probably earned it
That's too deep for me
Still ain't used to women tryna love me
Not just sleep with me
And niggas tryna eat with me
Not Ether me
I'm easily suspicious
I'm easily defensive
I be tripping
I admit it
I don't mean to be so distant forreal
Some people never hear from me
They still don't trip
Some people always hear from me
They still gon' bitch
Some people need to hear from me
But I either can't reach em
Or we still ain't speaking over beef
But I can't hold a grudge
So know it's all love for you
I know it used to be a time
You woulda caught slugs for me
And I woulda did the same
But life is strange
People change
For the better or worse
It goes on
It ain't like we can rehearse it
Try to remember that
Each time I make a mistake
If it don't kill you
It probably it end up making you greater
I wake up and thank the man
For all his grace and his patience
And when life set me back a pace
I just go back to the basics my nigga