Can’t break just make me better you can’t name a Storm I ain’t weather a world of weight on my shoulders blow it off like feather, vanilla bones, in heels, and thongs bringing me cheddar telling me I’m the one and no one could do it better so many years of hopscotching across the globe. I don’t even know what home is no Mo from a head full of waves to a fro with braids. Now my hair I shave because I don’t even know what hair is no more. I went through the growing pains so my seeds won’t have to. no more throwing bricks at the pen like I used to. They welcome me back because they really miss me. You can’t trick me off my throne so you really need to miss me. I’m in traditional OG steel by honor amongst men and I don’t got rich all over again. I can afford to live it up young dude style while paving the way for my unborn child just so he can burst through the concrete like a rose right around getting top from his bottom bitch in a rose she must be a little discombobulated or her brain short circuiting because she keep with the rhetorical questioning an sociopath, calculating an epiphany she young and vibrant, but be taken plenty of D. I’m just a professor giving my lecture on philosophy. I’m holding Tree$ like the koalas be she said I’m amazing because I only come after she’s like I’m a apostphye I feed her dope D now she high as the cost of living be. I’m selling OPP getting plenty POP she was fast in the ass as a analytic diagnosed with ADD. every day I sip mimosa and blow on weed, RoNee and she can pick another me, but I don’t grow on trees, but she can go on knees drop down. Do what you do until you think I’m please. you know how to bes ain’t shit shaking, but the leaves trees are young, bitch, knees, and my goddamn car keys where my money ain’t a damn thing funny we’ve been paid in full around this bitch since the 80s ask Bunnie matter fact you can’t ask the money talking about those green guys Jack and is truly an honor and a pleasure to lean back on this fucking V track RIP, My **** spirit of a winner
