King C.P - Writings In My Journal, Pt. 1 (feat. AROSEFROMDIRT)

Uh, Yea

Puff puff, pass that
Sit back, flashback to the old me
Booming on snapchat
Snapback on my head, Jansport backpack
Probably full of raps and random shit that I ransacked
Ran back to my hood where my ass should be
In the field, we be in yo' hood playing rugby
Stayed quiet, always thought that no one understood me
2.5 jam packed in a wood, see
I stick to myself and I keep a low p
That's why all your friends, all your hoes, yeah they love me
When I'm on 10, ain't no mortal man above me You don't get yo' turn till I'm laying where the bugs be
Anti-lucky, anti-social rookie, anti-pussy niggas
Prematurely gave out opportunities and slowly but surely
I'll be back to tax you niggas, like Turbo
You get furloughed, no Kirko
I bang on niggas tracks and leave em' nonverbal
Sitting in my bubble coat on the way to Myrtle
Writing in my journal (these just some writings in my journal)

When I click a pen, I give more lines than compositions
This is just some (writings in my journal)
Got to be cut from a different cloth to get it
As so as it seems, it's in my genes to grind harder than em'
Peel off with sheets and frontos clouding the windows
This what I get off on
Talking to pillows, slept on
When it come to that timing?
Don't give a fuck what side you land on Couldn't trust a nigga as far as my spit is landing
Where I'm standing, no debate
top two A ROSE FROM DIRT and Landon
This take me back to skipping lunch to feed off
food for thought, my
Appetite ain't changed for this a bit, this a high I get
Sitting back and watching my pen glide, make a hard line
Writing in my journal as it fits, that's it

Written by:
Lajaun Greene, Malik Patrick

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