Insecure
• Written by TheBeauGod
Yo , no quotes , no smokes , no lohcs , no hoes
No clothes , no snow , no flow , no lows
I was sleepy when I first realised my first move
The cursed groove already proved and bruised from microphone use
A young fool ready to drool to be cool and didn't fuck with school
Word, I searched for the thirst to be a winner and use what I learnt
Instead I purge the urge on the verge of the curb as I swerve
I deserve the rewards , I reserve the best records
I reverse the bad reports , I converse with drug ring lords
Still I search for the truth and hope to save the young cynic
They try to mimic and gimmick the rhythmics to become the illest
But wheres the sense of accomplishment
Surely nobody's handing out compliments
Its obvious that nobody's here to boost ya confidence
Heavy dominance from the prominent providence
I apologize if my words confuse you
I tried to dumb it down but its not to try and demean you
I'm the same as you I smoke weed the same as you do
But for some awkward reason I only think about if you knew
Sometimes I wonder why I do this because I feel as if my skills are doo doo
I lose control , booze and Os , got me dampered up
Fucc buying you coke id rather give you pamper dust
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TheBeauGod
Member since April 15 2014