I want more
Someone to love me like I’ve never been loved before
Tired of keeping love to myself
I want to share it with someone else
But I’m crazy as fuck
And was raised to be tough
I got hella mood swings
Because I been through stuff
Acting like I want change
But I’m moving the same
Always aggressive, missing the lessons
Feeling neglected, wishing for blessings
No use for stressing I’m money collecting
Praying for peace with a gun on the dresser
Although my beginning we’re humble, I must admit that I’ve always sensed that I, was of royal blood. In fact,whenever I saw a reflection of my image, I saw a king. So I began to carry myself in this way in order to prepare myself for the moment I would be ordained. But being a King isn’t something I would wish on anyone. For the crown is heavy and grants little compassion. Which is why only few are chosen to embark on this path of exaltation. The born Prince must endure hardship and still be kind, experience betrayal and still have compassion, encounter deception and still show fairness, and walk amongst commoners as if they were a reflection of himself. Since the things done while still Prince will inevitably reflect throughout his kingship, my sincerest prayer to the highest of all powers is that I always choose the path a righteousness. Even when those around me doubt and ridicule.
All hail Prince Jahlil,
🤴🏾
You look like the girl
To make guys fall in love with you
Yeah you the type a girl
They wanna ball in the club with you
You look like the girl
That want it all no limits
Ya Money tall no gimmicks
So you ain’t worried about a image
Yeah you the type of girl
That niggas try to spit game to
Probably give they last name to
But you ain’t bowing to a lame dude
You look like a girl
That got some issues buried
Yeah you the type a girl
Be living life in a hurry
But I don’t even know ya story
I put you in a category
Im prejudging that’s corny
So when I see you you ignore me
Trying to act like I know you
When I don’t even know your name
Its so hard to approach you
With no cars and no chains
I feel like you want a baller
Ya cell phone full of starters
You finding ways to make money
So you ain’t thinking about daughters
Ya hair always done
Ya snap chats look fun
You live life on the run
So you don’t ever see the sun
I hear being pretty hurts
I wonder if you go to work
I wonder if you know ya worth
You probably thinking I’m jerk
I never know what to say
Never know when to say it
still finding my way
Alot of patience and praying
Sometimes I think I want love
Sometimes I think I want lust
So sometimes when we hug
I think of grabbing your butt
I get lost in your beauty
Feels like I’m trapped in a maze
But you ain’t trying to recruit me
because of my arrogant ways
But You don’t even know my story
You put me in a category
You prejudging that’s corny
You’ll probably see me and ignore me
