Lessons from a Stu-boy

rock em, I sock em an clock em, Hot and bothered

problems solved in nozzles on barrels

drawing the perils of the bottles bottom,

no fear is the bearing of some liquor pairing

the marijuana, sharing the pain while with some lames

you met well dragging on ya ass

your friends, you been flaking, but ends you've been making

depends who been taking or giving to,

will it make a difference if this rap shit really lives in you,

if talents just a given than should people round you listen too?

your struggles and the dreams, all you juggle in a week

personal bubble lost to trouble with these fiends

double when its teens, more subtle, like a couple

dumping over quarantine

grown stubble, all this fuzz'll

blur the voices pointing me directions, tryna hurdle insurrections

so I can earn some self reflection, lots of burdens I've done kept in

got to burn em, get them checked and learn from simple introspection,

thoughts of earning this respect from earnest working civil sections

dimples stretching for their blessings, hurting insides churning less than

bursting pistons serving engines, this that turn in for a pension

and then serve them all again for seconds, curving sort of friendship

we all got some enemies but most of mine I've ended

we gone put behind the beef cuz I brought my weapon

 

Sip a lotta liquor Dollar dipping collar

Flipping in a whip, a Talon ripping with a tall

Broad from the strip end, Taj mahal cuz imma dripper

Smoking guava with some Christians in the back of

Walmart shifting harder Than a Buddhist cripping

Blues and middens, dually sinning for who kids think

Cool and kicking, Boolin' riches from the fools whos

Tools are given, from their parents

putting dripping sweat pain And debts

To subdue all the pain

furniture plain made Furniture sets

I'm bout to hurt your face with discernible threat

this turned into a game of the cats and the rats

 

I'm the best in the class, read your books I'm making tests

Your sleeping looks leave me detested

On your counter looking rested as fuck my guy

I'm like this close to hucking a book at you guy

Yall Tiptoe but I'm stomping blue out the sky

True to my guys, yall twisting and construing

The every movement we try, but

now that we are moving you are seeing through our disguises

A troop of some boys got news to employ

ya boy he so coy, right? you buggers looking annoyed

in a void, playing with being toyed

afraid to then leave it stored

beginnings bored than never happy

yall chewing what I find nappy

taste buds, dry lips, get me Chapstick

take bud, grind shit, then he catch heat

think up, rhyming, that sounds catchy

take note, write it, place a tabby

scrape out, find lit, take it gladly

to the mic I lay it badly

got my laptop yeah its Bradley

next to him rocking bed, Riley

yeah its Marshall flowing Radley

in the booth its potent, Cagney

floating can he hold it candid, boat the Andes

joking, rapping, dope and candy

chips and baggies laying nasty

on the floor spread out like ass-cheeks

on my mind a super baddie

but my inhibition isn't by

bitches, got antisocial intuition

got them big loafs in the kitchen

hot potato the flow I shift it

Pass it off I think I'm passing out