D'Shaun - BS lyrics

[Verse 1: D'Shaun] Me & Kris could've did it Thinking back on what was almost I would look her in her eyes And she'd relieve me of my problems I mean Nothing even mattered Swear I felt the time was stopping So when shorty disappeared Outta heaven I had fallen Uh Back up on my bullsh** Gla** O E. 40s We was back up on that bullsh** Glock's Rugers & 40s I had really started rapping I had stopped writing poetry Determined for attention From them b**hes who ain't notice me Pocket full of money Tryna ball on a b**h n***a Stopped bumping Dilla Started smoking on the k**a' n***a 30 in my jeans I ain't boxing, I'ma k** a n***a Never read Braille, on the real I 'ont feel you n***as Still selling dope out the f**ing Honda Civic I was out here on the grind Tryna shine like acrylic Really out here tryna get it Like it was nobody's business Got my mind on my money And my money on my n***as Bullsh** Bullsh** [Verse 2] Life was not a game Me and God was disagreeing Tryna be a John Legend Hitting on a Chrissy Teigen, uh Daddy was a preaching I was really on a mission f** a million or a trillion I just wanna place to live in I just want a hundred dollars Take my n***as out to dinner I just wanna real b**h I don't need no damn pretender I just wanna place to live This alcohol consumed my liver Smoking weed to clear my mind Of all the demons living in here I just wanna piece of mind A bad b**h to spend some time I wanna Rollie on my arm That don't even tell time I want the simple sh** The simple sh**, that I had took for granted They say life comes at you fast That sh** is true, but I ain't panic Lost my home, my girl and Granny In a Week or maybe two I could've k**ed myself and quit Instead I hustled, I improved Swear that I'ma win big However many times I lose No success without failure Just do what you gotta do In Bullsh**, Bullsh**.. [Verse 3] Dropped up outta school Too cool for the scholars I need all 24 Tryna hustle, every hour uh Traded all my books For like 85 dollars Then I put it to the Reup Tryna be a shot caller I ain't thinking bout tomorrow Cuss' today could be my last I had started ditching cla** Selling dro for little cash I 'ont live in yesterday You can't be focused on the past When that sh** had got desperate Hit the store to the cop the mask uh f** her then I'm bouncing sh** my dinner on these streets hoe Life on the line, tryna ball Shooting free throws Looking for the king Tryna get that n***a dethroned My newest ting the bomb Like a mine full of C4 I was getting hopeless I was broker than a joke n***a Hadn't ate in days I was hungry For some hope n***a Mind full of lessons I had learned from a pulpit 9 with a full clip Back up on that... Bullsh**.. Bullsh** Bullsh** Bullllllllsh** [Interlude]