A poem of man

To show you again

This rap shit mean nothing unless you hand and hand

Like back hand

Man in the mirror the mike jack

**** like you can't get any clearer

Like gun blast gun charge stand back hole in wall

Like picture life style **** hold my posh

**** grew up wit his cousins had to hone my thoughts

Like left the reaper in his room learned to hold my heart

Like man

I was more fearing of man the way my mom kept on beating my ass

Whips and lashes built on back

Like forgetting the trash

Dead man

Red man

Doing a back bends forgetting my past cause when I was just a kid

The only closure I had was wit my friends Nah I'm lying I ain't have no friends

Stressing momma out she ain't wanna have no kids

Cause I ain't really have no bitches

I ain't really have the image

Polaroid **** see the picture

I didn't really get the lyrics to life

And then I uh-

I'm on a roll

Don't need a pole

Don't need any hoes

I'm good on my own

These bitches be fishy

These **** be switching

Protecting my soul

My voices is just vicious

They tempting my vengeance

Won't let that shit go

Like why is you dissing like you wasn't pissing inside of my home?

If it wasn't for me you'd be shitting and pissing in yard full of holes

You **** is sick and you fucking and switching now all of you hoes

Not beefing with **** who need me to fill up they empty ass souls

Was there for some people who wouldn't give back

Was there for some people who left me with rats

Won't be there for people who left me to lack

Now here I am smoking on all of they packs

Tripped over me like I wasn't all that

I didn't even want you so baby relax

I'm fucking to bestie while you in the back

So when we be fucking I'm thinking of that

Lil bitch I'm a pimp not talking Slickback

You **** is simps not letting you tap

I'm all in your bitch her booty is fat

I'll give you a whiff you craving a snack

Now bitch get out of my crib

Why is you drooling you not a lil kid

Speaking of which you might need a bib

Nut on your face and it drip from your chin

Lil bitch I am in

Your trap we gon run in that shit

We don't care about none of that shit

FaceTime while I'm fucking yo bitch

Take you to Maury I nut in your bitch

Is you the father no

Camera chasing you gon

You better find your hoe

Serve rocks to the stoners

**** copy clone us

Shot guns give him donuts

SWAT team can't condone us

Speeding in that focus

She a classic bitch

I might pass the bitch

That's that class I skip

Chill with the baddest bitch

If I meet her today she'll be mine by tomorrow

Now that's what I like to call overnight shipping

I'm twisting my fingers my brain is unfinished

My **** get lit up like number two pencil

My **** pull up with choppas we skin em

My they red and black like a damn fitted

My **** say-

Oh wait I meant flannel

My **** pull up and buss at yo panel

My **** ain't Greek but they stoners

She wants to buy my raps off me now that's why I'm calling that shit Barcelona

Pull up on em and I'm going nuts

And I fucking on her and her friends

I pull up on you and your friends

Aye what's that thing that Enzo say

Gah damn it Dillon we don't did it again

Yeah (fuck)