show me

you know what ive been thinking for a while,

im trying to lay it down tile,

dressed fresh tell death you already know i got style,

bitches always mad acting all hostile,

info on file,willing to go that extra mile,

just a friendly kid who always knew how to smile,

love isn't a potion that's kept in a vile,

on a rack in the middle of the Walmart isle,

that you just throw in your shopping cart,

it something that's found deep in your the heart,

trying to find peace in myself well i guess that's a start,

to figure that you don't gotta be to smart,

my iq off the charts,so hard to find a counterpart,

im on point dart,with these needles so sharp,

break the silence with a fart,pucker face call it tart,

so sick of the garb,age im tie the game up take it hostage,

im fuck the game too while they getting beat like bondage,

but that's just be honest,

cant figure out all the drama and conflict,

hows it feel to be beautiful out ugly in a polished, apple but the core is rotten,

im swerving from the cockpit,i call my brain where all my thoughts are moshin,

 

love is to hate as hate is to love,i wont pretend to be no thug,

killing these beats yes i am young,call me big dick cause im hung,