They know my habits, they know how i move, too distasteful
Too disgraceful Goddamn it, shoot 'em, case closed
All my music, too damn fuego, i admit, i play hoes
But to be honest, honestly, to be perfectly straightfo'
To be perfectly candid, my rappin' is based tho i plan it
In such a way that the average, casual fan or listener jams it
On the average day
I move in fabulous ways
I blaze up in the morning and then an afternoon jay
But thats beside what my point is
My point is im potent, or painfully poignant in the way that i wrote this
When making appointments with pen, paper and notebook
I take a quick coinflip for if i should lay this shit over
Blazed up or sober, its a jarring ass question
And its hard not to mention the scars in possession
The self harm i inflicted, or when im gone im remembered
Or when its time to end the song and just count all my blessings
Well they thought i would end it, and its hard to start mending
All these losses and wretches, or to start a new friendship
With f*ckers and suckers, and bitches and sluts
Id rather f*ck em and leave, you know, get me a nut
Well im setting shit up, i keep reminding myself
Rhyming is swell, but the timing and flows is more aligned to the wealth
Coz the masses will listen, and they'll probably vibe
And its way too much to ask to see them eye to an eye