Wwilt?

I'm too in my thoughts

And you can feel it in my words

I can't make a T up song

That shit is for the birds

I don't know a thing

But chase the cheese

And make it curds

Catchin Manii doing otherwise

More than likely unheard of

Early teen

Asking every weekend

What the word was

At the scene

Fiending for every thrill and the surplus

Rolling with so many clowns

You'd think we was a circus

Saw us anywhere

Was unaware of what it turn us into

A people pleaser

I can't let nobody see my issues

I'm ultra charmin at the least

And I don't mean the tissue

I can't commit

Unless the relation is beneficial

This shit ain't luck

I put the work in

Bitch I been official

Check my credentials

Youngest child & it's six of us

Good genes

All can sing

Know the city sick of us

Daddy is a pastor

And a vet

So he meticulous

Momma from New Jersey

She ain't never been too rigorous

So

Got an array of sources

Seeping with the shit that I know

And they'll be stuck with me forever

They wherever I go

Experience & upbringing

The fuel that sparked what I wrote

Ain't let it break me

I let it make me a goat

You takin notes ****?

Break down my fucks

I roll em up

And smoke the whole swisher

I got more worry

In tryna undo my coat zipper

No trigger at my fingertip

Breaking bread with mu'fuckas

That ain't lend a single chip

I was in need

And everything I brushed aside

Today is what I heed

It's buried in this brain

Do it sustain

I pray and plead

Just let it all unfold

Sit back and see where it lead to

Gotta make it what you can

It ain't no redo