Testo N***a Poetry

Huh?
You know how many friendless was in the rack last year you couldn’t imagine
I used to sleep on pallets, that’s no bad one thing got rich I’ll rap it
Straight A swerve in the traffic, that was before D with me and Lil Cubs bro padded
All bad hoes I smashed them, come outside, she jira tough bro, don’t snatch it
I’m so rich right now, this shit is a blessing I’ll take care of momma and daddy
I’m so rich right now, this is a blessing I take care of my siblings
I’m so rich right now, shit got me mad My grandma couldn’t even see this shit I’m so rich right now, cause I’m pretty crazy Come bro, you know I bleed this

Bro never ain’t got no defense, I manifest and dream this
My dreams, of course, I’m living them, You talk crazy, I hope you bulletproof
Wait around town, we so slim, you ain’t just gang us I probably shoot at you
I’m bank account going through the roof, I already got three, need a little more room though
I fucked up with a bad t-shirt on Dippin’ and dippin’, I gave up two stone
What you mean, boy, I just killed it Got that hit from the sax, can’t take for too long
I’m in a bro, back to back, we racin’ up in the hill, thankin’ that vroom vroom
I’m a rich man, he act for sure, but I tattoo my face and I ain’t thinkin’ I’m too gone
Give me everything, bitch, don’t move around, this we on every day on Tuesday
Pack the whip, hit the road on Wednesday, two hundred up, two o’clock on Thursday
When the cop call, come, come, we burnin’ him, man, fuck her, no bad, punch this thing
Tryna test back, now I’m swervin’, look what you did, make me fuck up the rim paint
Ay, I’m really rich, yeah, be mad, I’ll fuck this bitch, yeah I eat told, he master splintay, I take milk, clean, shit like dishes
I spill tristain on my thinnums, two, two, three, spread like venom
We out pigs, money sicker, it’s like duffel bags, we gon’ get em
Ambulance, they gon’ get em
You run out chase gon get right with you
The OA what the fuck is the spittle Got fans and ops gotta watch my review
I don’t fuck with pricks I watch bro throw my back If you fuck up his men so but I don’t judge you
My right now I got good bro skit I stood over a Vic too
I don’t go through pain, so I talk on beats and I go get tattoos
So all these niggas thinkin’ it’s a race
Boy, if it’s a race, then I’m lookin’ past you
In LA, sippin’ up some drink, talkin’ to Ju’s world
I quit, got a statue of him
All these girls all the same, ain’t know what he mean
But I know what he mean now
Go to the rack once in a while, ain’t gotta stay down
That’s how you get squeezed down
Post-tack, when I land in the rack, still glide through the bitty to me knock trees down all the shorties coming up in the rack i get down that merch they want to be me now
ain’t anybody no vvs i’ma come play jay my shit still freeze out free smirk bro gotta get free
now free smirk good me in the week now police keep trying to keep me down
oh little george i can’t breathe now
i smoke too much others i can’t do kds i need three pounds
one and that caught dumping rounds you can’t hang with us fuck from around
when grown man try to the beef i say i’m a rich fucking child
when that’s just sinking they hit all that loud shit they calm it down
long Rifle with a hundred round man, let a nigga act crazy, gun him down
I got kicked out of my high school, let a nigga act crazy, punch him down
Never really got into a blackout, every time I sleep, we throw him down
Hell no, he ain’t really no game, but he just around, cause he moving pounds
G, I lead one with a hoe, just to keep shit cool, that track out too loud
Blood bad, giving out free smoke, hit a nigga block quick, that blackout too loud