The Glory - Forgotten lyrics

Verse 1: CBeatz Trying to make it to the top Looking in the mirror with a case of ciroc I switched the Scotch for another hop They just hand me the rock All my drinks got a blend I'm f**ing nutritous How could I f** a b**h that slipped without permission Break my bones forget stitches, I come back you rap b**hes Forget forgiveness, I'm gone till my dad commit to start quittin Call me gifted, still throw your hands up ! Cause every night is a party and every week is Christmas In my wishes, I can only talk sh** earning riches These other n***as been hiding man all I hear is some hisses No more promises, I always break em I was the most hated they called me the fakest Well b**h I'm G ! Where the f** I'm gon go when there's nowhere to flee And how are my real loves not even in my family Waiting for the best things in life when none of them free These b**hes blow like they jobs and smoking up trees I'm on a quest, for my "Destiny like Manifest" Bulletproof with no vest, words spillin out my chest It's so cold, lost in a world I barely know Only 13 but I feel like a 100 f**ing years old I'm just trying to be me not one of the best rappers Trying to enter the game, but I'm just a trespa**er Trying to rest in peace with no coffin I'm just another n***a that's been forgotten Verse 2: CBeatz And one of my best friends just lost somebody close I hit em up to tell I'm there so they know I'm chilling back and breathing all this air I hate when people say "kk" like they don't even care I just released that sh** "Always There", It was for Keeyse People fell in love with it, some others just went crazy I can't make everybody happy, f** it I'm not god I'm tryna make a big jump so f** it I'm Hot Rod More depressed than usual, more ugly than beautiful Give me a f**ing chance, am I even that usable ? Tryna be musical, in a box its so cubicle Putting on this sh** but it ain't even that suitable Stressed the f** out, still all I hear is laughter Watch my dreams come true b**h everything's a disaster Snatching up some snapbacks, looking through my raps Like, damn I'm f**ing good ! , or sh** I'm f**ing bad And how could I release a track without feeling like a bada** Went from driving in an Accord, to pulling up in a Hatchback That's in my dreams now I'm somebody they laugh at Like should I stop this rap? Or put the pain behind my back My heart is just decayed, I'm gonna get f**ing betrayed They asking me bout the fame I say I'm f**ing afraid Ballin like Barkley, I'm Gnarls, no looks like Ray Charles On my way To be "Sucessful" like Drake and Trey I hope I never f**ing change the way that I been raised In 8th Grade, but I feel like it's time to graduate Rise to the top, fall to the bottom That's when I'll be motherf**ing forgotten