With ease
• Written by TravisTheBadest
I'm just a young boi
Tryna make my life better
Tryna Make all these lonely nights
seem a little bit better
tryna get these people to stop lyin
I know that if I try I could spit fire
I know that everyone seeks to get it right
I sweat it with these ryhmes
I try and try again
got no one to help me through this life
I'm the one who redefines
all my crappy rhymes
tons of words in my head
I laugh at most the shit yo boi says
I laugh it up like adam sandler
got your bitch cause she was actin like a panhandler
Thinkin I wanna visit pakistan
Make some friends
Take a ride in their weirdo Van's
Go and visit them again
I wanna make friends with Aiwan-e-Sadar
wouldnt wanna make that a trend
I apolgize to all them weak nigga's that I offend
I got a rhyme and I wont let it free
I'm gonna rap this and I'm gonna do it with eaze
I know your bitch
had her on her knees
I got a couple friends
That i really wanna please
I know that when they
hear my words in the breeze
They'll be the fake they were trying to spot
They wont find it with me
I'm the realest shit that your ever gonna fucking see
I got a couple beats i will never release
couple cars that will never leave my garage
Until all of the stars
Magically align
Like I said I got a couple friends
that would do anything for me
Cause they really see where the rap shit is takin me
I know im young and i dont have a degree
But this rap shit really makes me feel free
I got nothin holdin me back
I got my pockets yes they do sag
But thats cause
not all my money fits in the fucking bag
I gotta have a rap song
Stuck up my sleave
In case a nigga wanna see what I got
I dont slow down
I got a nigga that owes me his life
He hasnt ever lost a round
When I call him you'll see him walkin into town
Girl your boy fake he act like a clown
His homies he says he gots dont ever come around
Starts to make me wonder
how all his bullshit never got knocked down
I feel like I need to make fun of all his little clowns
They carryin them pocket pistols
wonder where they got those
The fucking garbage I suppose
I know how to pose
I aint too famous yet
I gotta get up there to the mazaratti
then you bitches will really believe
I got things that make yo
bitch never wanna leave
I got her I got her like a card up the sleave
Now go ahead
Cry your ass to sleep
Nigga you've always been weeping
What the fuck you call that speaking?
What the fuck
What's up with all the trash
I need to sit
I'm tryna make this nigga slip
He spitting bars while I'm tryn not to quit
I know this shit hard
but that what makes this outstanding nigga
I'm tryna manage nigga
I'm just tryna get it why these niggas move om
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TravisTheBadest
Member since October 27 2017