"It's hard to get respect when u want it 2 bad
Life's on some bullshit im trying to accept the fact"

I tlk hard as if my interiors iron clad
wear wrinkly jeans wit new braids
forgot where the irons at
got a rhyme book but what i
spit rarely coincides wit facts
kill a nigga if that the truth where
them sirens at
im da type 2 stay 2 myself
white tee old shoes.......my fashion
spend a lot of time putting to paper
self written movies scenes i imagine
ink bleeds on my paper
till the sheets be flacid
i know

"It's hard to get respect when u want it 2 bad
Life's on some bullshit im trying to accept the fact"

Don't get it twisted let shit get real
my fights bring the birth of overzealous tears
n personally me i aint shed one in years
by the time i was sixteen i had a job paying some bills
preteen goofball gathering hustling
skills
cause if mom aint got the money
where the hell we gone live
already aint got no air
n im getting the chills
fridge got some old bologna n
ham hock tips
gatdamn

"It's hard to get respect when u want it 2 bad
Life's on some bullshit im trying to accept the fact"

This what been through so
fuck a comment
i hope what i wrote makes
get nauseous n vomit
keep ur forced words mawfucker
i dont want it
pass by this poem muther fucker
dont click
why u reading this shit i told
yo ass don't click
i would have gs gold but
that cash go somewhere
n i cant afford it
u dont like my rhymes thats
not important
throw fist when ur gatz boom
yall barely break wind i snap
typhoons
nigga fuck it

"It's hard to get respect when u want it 2 bad
Life's on some bullshit im trying to accept the fact"

yo dont ask me to comment on some shit if u aint peeped my game
n if u do bitch speak the name
ima go back to chill mode on this gs poetry shit
dont like what i said nigga please complain
dedicated to the strangers asking for a fav
how u never read my material n ask me to hear what
u go to say