Simba's Story (April 16th)

This is Simba's story

I go by Trill, but he was here before me

On them courts, like he traveling for different glory

I'ma give you a taste, a glimpse of Simba's story

Take me back to 2017, I left for Texas

Pulled up with my father, he whip a silver Jetta

Before and during the summer, a youngin' moved reckless

New dimension for me, got me missing chilling with the fellas

Thanks to this time zone switch, now I'm restless

New place, so new opportunities are endless

They all said he's bright, yet he rough around the edges

Still keep my head above water, never needed a necklace

Many loved ones passed this year, I grew soulless

Became a slouchy type of guy, even more than sofas

I tried to hold all my pain in, but everybody noticed

Thanks to basketball and music, I regained my focus

5'6" on a good day, but a woke shorty

Gave powerful words, but heard I spoke softly

Mindset strong, but others say I'm so scrawny

Yet on them basketball courts, I was so saucy

Nigga switched off the screen so he can try and guard it

I'm like, "Damn, bro, this nigga don't know what he started"

Only took a few moves, now that boy departing

Now I'm at the rim while his ankles got him goin' retarded

We talking girls? Well, El Paso where I found my next one

Great at first, then all the fights had me perplexed, son

She probably thought, "He cute, maybe I should go and test him"

Well I failed, the social media got in our heads, son

Someone said I changed, nah, I just find 'em different

I had plenty toxic bonds, now my vibe is different

Seen a lot and grew from it, now my rhyming different

I should cop a Rollie, show 'em that my timing different

Since I been absent I heard rumors about separation

Listen good, if we cool, our bond has no expiration

Date to pass, so let's escape the gas

And I always late to class but bad fates I surpassed

Came back to town feeling wiser than a Morgan Freeman

Don't make a nigga jack son, make a nigga beat it