Untitled Song

Sitting backstage built inside me was all this rage

so I decide to put it all in on every page

I'm about to engage like a buckshot from a 12 gauge

like am I gonna end up dying to soon or locked up in a cage

I'm at that age I'm at the stage in my life

like I known I don't need know hoe

I know how that goes I need a housewife

my first love already made me a cold nigga

I aint going thru that twice so instead of sittin

I stand up and rise and recognize that cute shit u did

was all just a disguise an cute shit u said were all lies

how time flies I'm on a pursuit to happiness no will

but I'm not delirious nigga I'm dead serious

cut yo body up different bags for different pieces

All put in distant places nigga mysterious you couldn't

trace this or change flow in a verse you could not replace this