Respected On Mine - Freestyle
• Written by Wasteland
I ain't never express, I don't got to impress
I think they in distress, they still stuck in they flesh
It get crazy I guess, cause I stay silent yes
I already been low, they can't picture me grow
I put bridges in snow, I don't trust my heart so
I experienced less, I could never progress
I know my god bless me, but still got to test me
All the trails I leave buried, hate people I envied
Get so deep I varied, it weighs what I carried
I see my reflection, I blur my expression
See violence a weapon, don't question, I "Essen"
My only confession, is my life a lesson
Long sessions wit trauma, I still hide depression
I was trash, in the past, And they say call me outcast
Well If I wear a mask, I might leave the gun gassed
smoking weed in the vent, but a 100 I spent
God know I'm a sinner, told him I repent
Post a zip on my twitter, He claim he a killer
Lets if he blow it, if he squeeze a trigger
He mad cause I'm bigger, he to blind to a picture
Niggas know I speak truth, I be raising the youth
They scream chopper the groove
I got rich wit my troops, Gucci belt wit my suite
Got me dripping my baby, she rock like a beat
Ride a crazy "Mercedes" they know my girl street
Creeping out like "Tom Brady" my lady got heat
She pop like a navy, that's my type of treat
Yeah, that's my kind of lady
I know he ain't tough, I can see a bitch bluff
Can't even show guts, a broke bitch wit no nuts
I get mo. oppositions, got mo. competitions
Ain't bucking, or bitching, just quite contradictions
I'm a sensible action, to peoples attraction
Overserve and adapting, I kill the contraction
