drunken poetry versuri

drunken poetry lyrics by RoS758

intro
Yeah God
I’m listening to you and only you
I believe all your words…. True
Sometimes I find I have a difficult time believing it
Feel me?
Guess guess I got to, just be in prayer more you know
Can’t let ‘em get to me, feel me
Yeah

Verse 1
Only family in my vision but look what niggas did Durk
Could give your heart they’ll say you didn’t, this shit hurt
Self proclaimed real niggas, walking contradictions
A paradox money get you elected like politicians
Recognition turn day ones to opposition
Jealousy’s an addiction, y’all not stopping my chicken
Everybody goated wеll this industry’s cutthroat
So I rock and roll alone, keeping my drum close
Fuck y’all disrespеctfully ‘fore I had the utmost
Gotta tell you how to be real, you don’t need to be around
Let ‘em go fuck how they feel, they’ll just keep you down
Solid nigga always keep my composure
Money in the equation, snakes will get exposure
Loyalty is fragile why did you do it, I don’t need no closure

Chorus
Yeah, if you speaking on me, you better tell the facts
Like I told ya
Bad bitch left me wanna come back, bitch I don’t know ya
If you speaking on me, you better tell the facts
Like I told ya
Uh bad bitch left me tryna get back, I don’t know ya

Chorus 2
I told ya I ain’t like them other niggas I told ya
I’m really getting to the bag baby I can’t mold ya
I’m really tryna stack my figures uh like I’m ’posed ta
I’m really tryna get millions, you tryna get closer
Closer closer closer
One in a million, mi one inna hey
One in a million, mi one inna hey
One in a million, mi one inna hey
One in a million, mi one inna

Yeah
Verse 2
Prioritizing dreams so you penny pinching
Bitches want you only if you do plenty spending
Bottled them emotions up, so you henny sipping
That pussy do give you inspiration
But that pussy needs money without complication
She don’t want your trials tribulation
Get you, get you some money, it sparks conversation
You never had shit so let it be your motivation
Preying upon nobody, y’all lows don’t fill my highs
You know the cliche talk is cheap, it’s free Wi-Fi
I know the science you on, I never preed sci-fi
More tryna turn a nickel to a dime
Clutching but having a pistol is time
Living your head on a swivel ain’t nice
Appreciate the shit no stepping brittle in life
Generated a lot had a little and strived
Accumulate a fortune utilizing profanity
Drunken poetry got you all the vanity
Doubted I’m a masterpiece delivered single-handedly
Got the crowd packed thousands chanting led hate into insanity

Outro
Yeah
If you speaking on me, you better tell the facts
Like I told ya
Bad bitch left tryna come back, I don’t know ya
If you speaking on me, you better tell the facts
Like I told ya
Bad bitch left tryna come back, bitch I don’t know ya
Told ya