dank? (Work in progress)
• Written by Anonymous
Im not here for the drama
Im chiefin kief, and gettin commas
droppin globs in my balenciagas
Got a situation? Im a problem solver
Homie, I get the dollars
Ever since I can remember I been poppin my collar
Bitch I am a scholar
Bitch, this is a stick up, expect only finesse
two knocks at the door,and I eliminate the threat
You talking to the best, I signed your bitches breasts
Bitch Im on a quest to invest, pipe bitches and smoke sets
And Im about to throw a fit, Im over it,
Got a platinum toilet for this golden shit,
Go all in then foldin it, Im on my poker shit
Go home and smoke a spliff and poke your bitch.
flippin hens and pigeons, I'm really livin,
my heart got the stitches
Molotovs to burn the bridges
Florida is hot, but the homies are frigid
Smoke blunts to the face, so I never get livid.
I'm never not lifted, my mind is encrypted
This is the first and the last chapter
Listen to the haphazardous laughter
Executive blunts to the face hits you
like a cast iron master blaster
But you cant feel it because of your addiction
I hit you with the diction, to end your affliction
This is my apparition, I make the incision
I cause a caniption
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