Pub Nights

Every night I sit up in my room all alone, on the phone

Girls hit me up, see if I wanna bone

But I say, No no no, That's not how I role

That's not how I be getting up here, clocking the dough

I don't talk to hoes even if they sound true like a witness

I don't wanna be in your buisness, your saggy tits man what is this

I want a real girl with morals, that shits on my wish list

Someone I can conversate with, I think yall get the jist its

Real hard to be a beginning rapper, spitting dope lyrics, sounds like its out the crapper

But that's not the end of my chapter the golden text'

The apex of my shit is far along from now, Im blest

I love singing on this mic and shit, I can't get enough

Spit shit at rappers, hope they smart enough to call my bluff

I know its rough, for all them starting producers

All the youtube users, and the studio bruisers

And Even the losers, spitting them rumors

Talking shits about other artists, even the bloomers

I have no problem with them, they can talk all they want

They can keep looking to steal all the watches to flaunt

While I can sit here in the studio, ready to jaunt

Out there on my chosen path, with all the fam I sought

But I'm done with these lines even though I love them so dearly

So I call hear ye hear ye, to the man speaking clearly

On the mic to your souls, the loves and lies

The hardship, the drives, the cries ,and the rise

On the road to redemption, there is only one lesson.

Never forget your fam man, they the only ones blessin. Uh