Mommy

I care but can't show it I don't want to be another soft poet I just got the skins I feel like lotion genie in a bottle Harry past the potion I'm a man then a father if I aint them to I can't call my family up sloppy with the Wocka the flame hit my blunts wrist twist more times than a ballerina stunt hit him with the dick pushed him like sumo cheddar guap grip and c-notes I get more neck then a racist rope ask A.I and my point is the snow like a cashier I touch a lot of dimes too good to be true they don't wanna sign me make a video first work on my body n**** try me I'ma beat his ass like his mommy on the low I'm on what's it name it's all in your mind but you don't say it mane put the rent up stay in my Lane used to bust licks like a BJ you know where to find me I tell them all the time spread the word like covid time for Christmas she won't dick in a bow tie like track and field they like to cross the line where do I get my flow why are we like this yo whole time we been put on you relate play this song she ate me up now I'm swole