Money Spittin'
• Written by DenniC
I scream,
leaving the scene with a stronger mentality,
scheming the scheme, funny that they thought they had me.
Believe,
really the protein that you so desperately,
need but you fiend some other shit effortlessly.
Your tangled in your own web, sunken in your quick sand,
lets wrestle, get your money wet, yea show me my shit hand,
here comes the reality check, your ass was an investment,
your so used to having it in your lap, you forgot to grasp it,
throwing me in the distance and I just watched as we drifted
and once your head shifted a bit 'n realized what your shit did,
falling off and onto shit lists looking in the rear view at this kid
laid back kicking it real business, and in front of you still kickin',
but not onto pews, tables, fucking rocks or anything you related,
you done lit the fuse cables sucking knots from fucking New York plates 'n,
oh I forgot these snapbacks are yours, I got one topped on backwards,
the rest I went in sold it for the retail price at stores,
but despite your...talent to brag 'n your...
lacking the fucking skills that i brag for.
Cuz i couldn't do that to you before, i had too much to lose,
but now that there's less weight on my shoes... motherfuck you
i got me my dollars some bottles and some hot motherfuckers
I'm fucking drunk and I think I done popped all four of your tires,
so when I'm wobbling in the morning you'll be sobbing and startled
so just thank God i don't have a dept to pay to you for tomorrow,
cuz I woulda drained your fucking wallet like if it were a broken faucet,
buried it with the rest in my closet, dressed skeletons, ya grandma, fossils.
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DenniC
Member since October 14 2013