Lyrics First_written_track.Mp3 - Mitchel

Man people talk shit but they ain′t got shit
Men finna end up with some injuries like in a moshpit
Bitch you know that I'm almighty but ain′t got a chopstick
You've been talking hella guns but really never popped shit
Don't know how fast the clock ticks
Why the fuck can′t everybody just be real for a moment
People saying that they like me but they really never show it
I don′t even wanna know it man they grow shit and you blow it
With the browski's and you own it
Nowadays I′m overthinking even tho that this ain't no trip
I fucked up my last verse so bad but then I rewrote it
All these fake people ′round me and they act like they know shit
Shawty didn't wanna fuck so I told her blow it
Okay I′m 15 years old, but can already smell the real peeps
We all gotta go through life but just know it ain't easy
Heaven is a mindstate and life is hell
Say anything you want but just know I'm living well
Ey, living well I still questions, answers no one telling me
My thoughts act transcendentally, that′s puberty god selling me
I don′t care what they telling me, I know that I'm strong mentally
They be like Rapapapapa untill they get the penalty
Penalty, they won′t treat them gentally
I'm a young boy, my lifestyle experimentally
If my head aches heavily yesterday had some Hennesey
The dream is continentally the truth to be successfully
Alright, now this beat is quiet again
Time to spit some true shit about bitches now while I can
I swear every time a face so beautiful just like a gem
She finna come outta nowhere like a crocodile, my man
With some fake bullshit about why she hate her life
And act like she drink it away with liquor every night
Always asking for attention, when you give it they despite
And they ain′t never alright, that's fake depression ain′t I right
Yeah, bitch ain't I right
Look her in the face I those eyes sparkling like sprite
Ain't hurting animals but it′s a pussy that I fried
Lil′ coward ass snake talking tough, pullup outside
Imma' fuckin make it motherfucker, I got plans
Gotta keep my work up while you′re to busy taking Xans
Quick little shoutout to the homies, to the friends
Cause they have always been there when I wanted it to end
They your friends way back then and still friends when you're older
Your friends when you normal and your friends when you′re sober
Ain't ever had a car but I′m going for the rover
And now talking but riding she went on me like I'm a coaster

Now the real part of the track, comparing it your shit is wack
I bring energy like crack, the homies always got my back
You get in without permission, bro are you a fucking hack
Motherfuck I'm on my grind so where the fucking others at
Ey, ey ey ey
Tell me where the others at
Bro I made your mother wet
No you ain′t my brother yet
And my bitch her ass ain′t fake but it look like a model ass
If the police behind us then we gotta give some solid gas
We gotta give some solid gass because they will be chasing
I hang around the real ones cause the real ones never changing
You're my motivation so please never stop the hating
Almost done with this whole track so my voice will start fading
Skip this bitch now and skip that bitch that I was dating
My next shit, yall ain′t ready, I know you will all be waiting