They ask me to write this verse, the way I slur You try and speak up, but got no words
Bad words flourish when you malnourish Breaking bread's worth it if it serves the
Purpose But what's the worth, what's the purpose
What's the word, I don't think it's worth it
For what's beneath the surface, I don't think it's worth it
I think I lost the courage Where's the hope, I think I'm lost
And I'm, I think I'm lost and I'm clueless It's Foman
I've been smoking it turned to a bad habit
Your bitch been choking, she sound like she asthmatic
I move the pack when I grab it She shake her ass while I smack it
She say the words, you can have it Walk up on a nigga, look him in his soul and
Stab it Try to stop the soda, but my nigga steady
Passing I done f*cked your bitch, you can have mine
While you bragging Stack up in my paper, I think I just took
Advantage But I'm past it, hitting on this puff
Till my brain get to blasting Sitting in this whip, in the back where she
Gagging Hit it like a blunt, two times then I pass it
Mr. Poet