Crime Poetry (outro)
(专辑: Herstory In The Making - 2019)
Oh, this what we doing? Aight, aight bet I
gotta get a
little cocky on this one, man I
gotta get a
little bocky on this one, y'heard? Uh Holy fucking moly, I'm a
superstar I
drive super cars I
fuck the
smartest women I
fuck stupid broads They know who I
is They know who I
are Fill this cup up like a
battery and now I'm supercharged Fill this blunt up, take off like a
rocket I
see super stars Moon and mars Put a
message on a
bullet Now they know who my shooters are Covered up in these tattoos because we can't remove the
scars Turn myself into a
boss A
CEO, I'm who in charge In love with the
game Cupid shot me through the
heart Had to break up with fame Because it broke my mood apart Man, I
chase them checks so much I
nearly tore my shoes apart I'm not a
rapper, I'm an artist Bitch, do not confuse the
art, no Just let that sink in I'ma let that sink in Who do I
trust? Me, that's who I
do what I
must I
do what I
love You do what you lust I
don't do it for luck I
do it for bucks I
do it for blessings Turn my L
into lessons This is a
message I
don't hear you haters Must be losing reception I
am the
plug My only connect is connect with the
money Don't fuck with my money The
choppa went up, now you jumping like bungee Was raised in the
city Was raised in the
country They pour up the
Henny They poured up the
muddy Cut the
bitch off, had to get it some cutty The
prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly I
got a
blue heart but I
throw up the
bloody The
money the
blue That's word to Kentucky Don't care about shit The
liquor, it numb me You hate me, you hate me You love me, you love me They leave when it rain They come when it sunny The
grinch in my pocket, that's why they so grumpy She said that I'm cute, but cute is for puppies Bitch, I'm a
dog Just feed me and fuck me And roll up a
blunt while you rub me Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy When we get home better take off them clothes and no phones Put your hair in a
scrunchy Freak in the
sheets but a
queen in the
streets Got me singing like isn't she lovely? I
hate on niggas bitching Listen, trigger finger itching, just call me a
junkie This shit is deeper than rap, this is above me I
am the
monkey that's stuck in the
middle of misunderstanding and judgement They think that they bringing me down But I'm up to something I'm here and I'm sticking around This is not up for discussion, nigga Gimme some head until you get a
concussion To me it's just normal, to some it's disgusting Yeah, throw her ass on the
bed when she's fussing and cussing Like, assume the
position, stop making assumptions Without the
support I
am nothing Shout out my producer, I
can't forget the
production I
broke a
few hearts, had to do some construction I
swear it's so hard to ignore that seduction Red dot on the
Glock look like she blushing I'ma just shit on them niggas that thought they were stopping my toilet from flushing