(Poetry)
Uh
You can say what you want, this ain't jail
Better read off the room like it's braille
I get bread, I could never be stale
Flights back to back, I'm up in air
Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care
I could smoke that boy down like a L
Send the 30, it came out out of hell
I don't know why this hoe tryna lay up
Bitch, I ball on the court like my player
Miss my brother, shouts out to Isaiah
I catch these Z's off these niggas, I stay up
Make the K-pop in here like I'm Tae Yung
I don't f*ck with that boy, he a traitor
My hoe bad with a bun, I call her Leia
Tryna cut in line, give him a taper
Just say it, lil' nigga, just say it
If it's shit on your mind, just convey it
Took my time through this shit, I'm the greatest
Life been calming, I'm still going crazy
I said, f*ck you, been wilding out lately
Don't respond when I'm calling you, baby
Told her shut up this hoes screaming make me
I go crazy, but I'm homo sapien
Got the Audi I-8, and I'm pushing it
Asking how I feel, I can't explain again
If I cover my lies, you 'll forget the shit
Looking right up in your eyes and I see the tears
Just to get to this spot it done took me years
I ain't f*ckin' with you, nigga, don't compare me to peers
Don't try to get by me, I'm a,
Don't try to get by me, I'm a walk with a gear
I just bought some Vivi, I ain't piercin' my ears
And my brody brought the 30, made that boy disappear
I just took another yellow, God, a nigga for weird
I'm never steady, keeping it heavy
Get popped like confetti, you testing on the netty
I swear to say, deady, you better be ready
When we got them choppas collecting your head
And speaking of head, bitch, you gotta get out
Jaimoe walked in with a stick out
We ain't locked in, nigga, get out
Got that bum, nigga, getting picked out
You can say what you want, this ain't jail
Better read off the room like it's braille
I get bread, I could never be stale
Flights back to back, I'm up in air
Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care
I could smoke that boy down like a L
Send the 30, it came out out of hell
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(Poetry)
Uh
You can say what you want, this ain't jail
Better read off the room like it's braille
I get bread, I could never be stale
Flights back to back, I'm up in air
Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care
I could smoke that boy down like a L
Send the 30, it came out out of hell
I don't know why this hoe tryna lay up
Bitch, I ball on the court like my player
Miss my brother, shouts out to Isaiah
I catch these Z's off these niggas, I stay up
Make the K-pop in here like I'm Tae Yung
I don't f*ck with that boy, he a traitor
My hoe bad with a bun, I call her Leia
Tryna cut in line, give him a taper
Just say it, lil' nigga, just say it
If it's shit on your mind, just convey it
Took my time through this shit, I'm the greatest
Life been calming, I'm still going crazy
I said, f*ck you, been wilding out lately
Don't respond when I'm calling you, baby
Told her shut up this hoes screaming make me
I go crazy, but I'm homo sapien
Got the Audi I-8, and I'm pushing it
Asking how I feel, I can't explain again
If I cover my lies, you 'll forget the shit
Looking right up in your eyes and I see the tears
Just to get to this spot it done took me years
I ain't f*ckin' with you, nigga, don't compare me to peers
Don't try to get by me, I'm a,
Don't try to get by me, I'm a walk with a gear
I just bought some Vivi, I ain't piercin' my ears
And my brody brought the 30, made that boy disappear
I just took another yellow, God, a nigga for weird
I'm never steady, keeping it heavy
Get popped like confetti, you testing on the netty
I swear to say, deady, you better be ready
When we got them choppas collecting your head
And speaking of head, bitch, you gotta get out
Jaimoe walked in with a stick out
We ain't locked in, nigga, get out
Got that bum, nigga, getting picked out
You can say what you want, this ain't jail
Better read off the room like it's braille
I get bread, I could never be stale
Flights back to back, I'm up in air
Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care
I could smoke that boy down like a L
Send the 30, it came out out of hell
Uh
You can say what you want, this ain't jail
Better read off the room like it's braille
I get bread, I could never be stale
Flights back to back, I'm up in air
Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care
I could smoke that boy down like a L
Send the 30, it came out out of hell
I don't know why this hoe tryna lay up
Bitch, I ball on the court like my player
Miss my brother, shouts out to Isaiah
I catch these Z's off these niggas, I stay up
Make the K-pop in here like I'm Tae Yung
I don't f*ck with that boy, he a traitor
My hoe bad with a bun, I call her Leia
Tryna cut in line, give him a taper
Just say it, lil' nigga, just say it
If it's shit on your mind, just convey it
Took my time through this shit, I'm the greatest
Life been calming, I'm still going crazy
I said, f*ck you, been wilding out lately
Don't respond when I'm calling you, baby
Told her shut up this hoes screaming make me
I go crazy, but I'm homo sapien
Got the Audi I-8, and I'm pushing it
Asking how I feel, I can't explain again
If I cover my lies, you 'll forget the shit
Looking right up in your eyes and I see the tears
Just to get to this spot it done took me years
I ain't f*ckin' with you, nigga, don't compare me to peers
Don't try to get by me, I'm a,
Don't try to get by me, I'm a walk with a gear
I just bought some Vivi, I ain't piercin' my ears
And my brody brought the 30, made that boy disappear
I just took another yellow, God, a nigga for weird
I'm never steady, keeping it heavy
Get popped like confetti, you testing on the netty
I swear to say, deady, you better be ready
When we got them choppas collecting your head
And speaking of head, bitch, you gotta get out
Jaimoe walked in with a stick out
We ain't locked in, nigga, get out
Got that bum, nigga, getting picked out
You can say what you want, this ain't jail
Better read off the room like it's braille
I get bread, I could never be stale
Flights back to back, I'm up in air
Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care
I could smoke that boy down like a L
Send the 30, it came out out of hell
Writer: Jalen Dumas
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