i caint make this shit up

i caint make this shit up i know bitches twisted tryn risk it if we get up i cant make this shit up got some top she a thot cuz she left and kissed her nigga my head caint get no bigger been him long i remember been in the mix and mixin dis shit water and you vinegar come study my literature bout money and spiritual no money aint feelin you name two things thats healing you now name two different funerals im sorry for yo losses and i hope they aint that usual but grief is only using you you gotta see the beautiful life is not a cubical i work it like a rubix cube my life like a bitch innude sky light bright soul intune men aint been on the moon yea i been on the moon yea i been on the move