Spillin Feelings

Verse 1:
Another Day in the house, another night on the couch
I'm just waiting for my break and that's the day ill be out
But my patience running thin this shit is stressing me out
Maybe this ain't for me, what if I took the wrong rought
But I can't dwell on the past, only can map out the future
And try to get my friends to play my shit like they do future
All the old heads behind the youngen, hundid miles a runnin
Tellin me I got that real shit, they say my time is comin'
They tellin me imma make it, tellin me I'm the one
Say I'm just like my father, well shit I'm his fuckein son
Who I'm posta' to be like yours, all that nigaa want is more
We just decked out and spritin', nigga finally did a tour
I was on the road with nigga, met some genuine niggas
And I took my fam with me, so they never forget us
We was all around the country, VA snapping them pictures
Now he always out the country, I'm so proud of my nigga
Him and Dough, only good shit to come up out of Shakespot
Seeing true colors, got the fuck up out of Shakespot
But karma is a bitch, you get back what you put in
So if you sending bullshit, you might get back a bullet
Around so many street niggas, think I'm pussy shit too
I know the feds watching me, like what the fuck this kid do
I'm like a combination of Zab Judah and Cam Newton
They keep shutting down the clubs all because of the stab shooting
Bamboozin ass niggas, get the fuck from round' me
I got homies in Atlanta, Compton, Peachcounty
New York City, Texas, and they [?] down Miami
Couldn't never sit here, if niggas ain't understand me
Don't get me started on that girl, just like my strength and my weakness
And ain't it ironic how a rapper got trouble speakin
Yeah I was in love with your dumbass, but you just took me for granted
Reporting live the life and times of a hopeless romantic
We went from talking every day to never talking at all
From spending hours on the phone, to you ignoring my calls
We're moving forward with each other, to this thing on pause
Something I never thought id found, was the one things I lost
But fuck it, keep on asking me to cuss less in my raps
But I'm passionate for this shit, it's hard for me to hold back
Can't keep walking around smiling, putting on this old act
Like I'm happy with my position, and I'm cool where I'm at
Man we just had to bail my momma out
The feds put a fuckein camera right outside my house
Every time I'm outta town, one of my niggas go in
Whether its jail, the grave, the streets or the pen
So I'm left with one option, that's get tight with this pen
Cause if I make a couple of hits, all this bullshit goin end
At least I'm hoping it do, its good to hope for new
Options, scheming, plottin, dreaming, watching
A lil nigga from the city, that was known for the killing
Made it through all of the bullshit, the lies, and the dealing
I'm just a man looking for my cause, I ain't perfect
Never heard the claim we have no flaws
Just a nigga with ambitions and a desires to get it
With the moves to maneuver through the lies and the critics
You got a problem what is it, or better yet who doesn't
Some of the strongest people ever had to go through this struggle
I've seen niggas who I was better than, get on way before me
But they ain't make me stop, just added more to the story
I ain't get jealous, I just studied what they did and how to do it better
So when I get on, I stay on and I be on forever