Bragadocious Bozos

I'm lifting all my homies

while I'm sitting down

Cuz I got hitches that gone

hold me like the bridges bound

Ditches im over, bitches im over

which is my closure, im tripping

my shoulders slipping a colder

one to the older, worked on the corner

sip from a coaster yeah

 

I'm walking like my kicks ain't bought from Kroger uh

cheap as fuck you say that I dont cosheir mm

you bleak as fuck if you dont think my flow hurt ya

she on my line but you understand I dont phone her

 

I go muster fans, I Bust her plans, I loan bucks in hand

like a bank I am, green cheques and bands, seen less in pan

in contrast, my plans have faired all in contacts

bearing lots thats

rare these days, its combat usually

yall dont care these days

yall do thrifties and bumming fiftys from city skirts sniffing

runners who mini bikes aint really tippy toppy shape

but what they made, is fuckloads graded and slated

in portions traded away places that arent so basic

we just all fake it for placement, for payment

But they meant fame and they got played in games

Where the greats went,

Got home and I closed the door

and I asked like where the cake went

She fast to bend it on over and loaf

It like the baking

She grasps all down on my shoulders

And I can feel her shaking

She's mine for the taking

See right through that fake shit

Im on my greatness

Yall on my late list

stall you, im waiting

I thought you had

taste kid

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