Less shit and more money

So i had a thought and my thoughts are turning into words of hurt, i blurt and

burn the tree when i skate the curbs .

 

Dont refer to me as a boy, Yes you can call me sir and as absurd as that

seems,

I'm like dexter cleaning up his murder scene and please believe

with uncertainty That im the Next that your Ex wants to have sex with

 

but she doesn't that she's my past bitch and now she's no longer a skeptic

 

 

We try to stack paper but cash rules, it stacks fools. Your status is now cool

 

 

sike, I blast you, i passed you, im samurai jack and i slashed you

 

And now the whole town is crazy just because some lazy mother fucker

died, oh no my boo boo!

 

give it a couple months and be like Boo who ?

 

 

yes i know my raps are poo poo , but im stil tearing it up like skaters asking

for Shoe gu

Thomas the train going Truu Truu !!

 

I aint a blood but im still yelling su woo

 

 

im the under dog coming up top, I didn't have to act

like drake or lebron with his flops, yea i said it, look

at me standing and flexin like i gotta glock.

 

My words of poetry can be heard from miles, cause

smiles, cause you niggas to give up like in 8 mile.