me

Coming soon

the time is winding down,there story is getting old….
theres some fakeness going on under the covers waiting to be unfolded.
also people who speak the truth just to be heard 
no words on my paper just thoughts from my brain thats waiting to be recorded
without time to get explained whether your homie goes to court to clear their name
or a baby growing up life going through some changes they try to be different but they always end up the same if niggas dont like what im saying fuck it its the truth
nobodys flow was stolen this is all from a nigga named booth.

Life is a game and were on different teams. Life isn’t easy but it’s not as hard as u make it seem. You all know my name I just love to hear y’all scream it. It’s hard to explain because life has different meanings. 
I think about my mistakes then I turn it into my glory. It starts out as a secret but it ends up in a story. You tell people it’s a rumor because u know the truths exposed. It was spread by a friend who Is really a hater under your nose. But those mistakes are the reason I am who I am. But when u find out a friend told everybody all u can say is damn. You say why would u do that, why would u destroy my name. But I guess that’s why I say life is a game.
It’s a shame u have to deal with a bunch of lames. You also have to wonder who’s to blame. If life wasn’t so cruel I wonder how’d it feel. I wonder if I would have to struggle just to get a decent meal.

im on some old shit
but yet on some new shit
niggas running up to me betting 
yet they always losing it
its me or them so u better get to choosing bitch
i been slacking for a minute so im doin this
im winning but yet im never bragging
u losing n yes u always lagging
all up in my ear why u always nagging
keep talking shit and ill zip u up like a jacket