My Documentary

You don’t judge a book by its cover, you read that mothafucka Bet Imma show you thinkin bout the past it got me so screwed Said I was nothin then turned into a giant ///////now look I’m a Lion you can just here my roar This the story of a black nigga, small figures uh, tryna make it out Success so close that I can kiss her Heart been kinda heavy////////// On my count when I say ready, set, go don’t lose yo soul When everything seems like it’s all goin wrong just keep your head up and know the winnin won’t be long Damn a nigga must be dreamin, cause now it’s winnin season Wake up and smell the rose Hopin you hear my last words before I die I was locked up I was homeless plenty nights that I done cried Before I was even on trial, they dismissed that case Thanking god for his grace plenty demons I had faced uh Bet Imma show you thinkin bout the past it got me so screwed Said I was nothin then turned into a giant ///////now look I’m a Lion you can just here my roar Babygirl I gotta sweet tooth Come bring that candy over here so I could eat youuu I Learned my lesson it’s a blessing that I’m still here Still on that path that I’m on to conquer all my fears I had to start doin right was tired of doin wrong Right my wrongs into this song This ain’t a song it’s a poem Bet if I make it out this ghetto niggas gone think that I owe em So don’t have yo hand out unless you askin for a dab No do not ask me for no money cus yo ass was actin funny And little did yo ass know we was on the low stackin hunnids Now I’m lookin like we made it! Yea we made it! No reason to cry no more