I'm on the block I hold that shit down with a 92 Beretta, And them pussies stay wetter than umbrella Ella Ellas Sipping on this purple got me leaning like the shelf was, But this Christmas trees got me higher than the elf was People talking about I think I'm deep fool I am deep I'm like something you can't find in the back of your grandma's pantry, I'm fine as Nanny Fran be Flows colorful like a crayon 🖍️ be Ya girl treating me friendly cause that's all we can be, This "money getting" demanding Raws, tops or Randy's? I'm smoking white boys and rolling it in a banshee I'm talking Halo, I got the sauce for these fools, feel like I'm a ladle, She call me her "boo thang" I don't believe in labels, But she can call me after 5:00 cuz I believe in favors, I believe in faith but I never find the faithful, Somehow I run in circles till they turn the tables So I ain't even interested I keep it moving dog, Cause I think that part of me is probably been disabled, I I I ain't really got too much I try to worry bout Cuz when it come to rap I think Keith could probably take em, If a hater see me then they in the wrong location And I'm chilling with my dogs So I ain't gotta chase em, I'm still the doctor even though I'm being patient, tell that fool if they going try me to have a grave picked, And if they calling the police ain't going to save s*** I Might be a dick but still ain't nothing to play with, End of conversation, "Sorry" ain't gonna change shit It's not my problem all that hoe in your DNA bitch I'm just down for the ride and if we end up in different places, I hope you end up with someone you can be safe with, If the cops show up, then someone you can be tazed with, and maced with, Clean the crime scene up without a trace with, They be searching the house while you climbing up out the basement, You show up to your homies, the couch and the dinner made it's Real friends will hold you whatever the situation But your boy cursed though , it's California cation, One wrong move, somebody get ventilated On they body language, Imma just keep doing this until somebody sign me, or until somebody diss me, or they boys come and find me But I'm armed to the teeth, and my teeth they remind me about how hard life can be, and why you have to keep smiling, let this poetry symbolize why you have to keep trying, And be thankful to God for what the streets provide me, They say I look like a surfer but there's a soldier inside me, People like me hard to find so good luck trying to find me, But really I'm just chilling where my demons residing So if thats frightening, Then, you probably wouldnt survive me, But That's alright, I remember back when nobody liked me, Now they hit me up talking about there's nobody like me, And politely, I tell they f****** ass they can bite me, It's what the vibe be Think that they doing me like a side piece, I'm done, part 1