My Song

I Lost Faith

Verse 1:
Never doubt yourself thats the worse sin
That's where all the downfall begins
I lost faith keep it a buck that's the truth
But I'm gettin it back when I'm up in this booth
My right hand said I'm twisted and braided
I'm Running from all them problems cause every night I get faded
I work hard for nothing and I hate it
Momma when they gon let me say I made it
In high school I would crack a thousand views
Now I gotta do some wild shit to get cross to you
I won't do it I promise I won't do it
I'll just catch a big body now I'm feelin like a Buick
On this mic I am so abusive
I Feel right at home but looking for improvement
The goal is to kick round all the green
Got my niggas sayin im so FIFA mean
My mind moving at a different speed
You, You, You just can't Mimick me
I feel like I'm a win but it ain't a breeze
I'm trying yo get next to feel like lil cease

Bridge:
I'm running out time yea
Cause I gotta get mine yea
Said I'm running out time yea
Cause I gotta get mine yea

Chorus:

I'm just trying prove em wrong
Hate me when I'm here they gon miss me when I'm gone
Don't ask me what's in my cup and what I'm on
I'm just trying to turn up and my bump my song

Verse 2:

Let's just snap like what you waiting for?
Fish for a fight like what you baiting for?
They wrote me off now I'm, now I'm taxing
Had to wash away the dirt yea you see me waxing
LJ da boss nah it's just LJ youngin
Always rhymin in the spur the moment I'm like Duncan
The kid at home on a thanksgiving break
They wouldn't leave me alone I had to bring the rake
Singing and rapping but nothing like drake
Trying to boss that young money then off I skate
Every like hard like I, like I spiked the coke
My voice heard like I'm registered to vote
The one n only yea it got a ring to it
Looking for another Braxton to sing to it
Fresh off the lot but my value up
Mad that I slowed down without a styrofoam cup
My dream called but my phone on do not disturb
I been Crazy cooking since I picked up the herb
I'mmma make it grammar class test my word
Curry in the finals they got me playing hurt
Roshes on got me feelin like I'm running shit
Freestyling with Phinesser blacking that 1900 shit
Like I only hit raw you see me Sonnin' shit
Grew up in the burbs but the sreets still fundin shit

Chorus:
I'm just trying prove em wrong
Hate me when I'm here they gon miss me when I'm gone
Don't ask me what's in my cup and what I'm on
I'm just trying to turn up and my bump my song