freestyle

pockets filled with bands bitched wanna fight but scared to throw they hands u call urself Bruce lee more like u a damn pussy my thoughts aren't dreans its reality sipping n living life of Oprah wen I get to know her she my main supporter until then imma rise wit sun u knock my lights out but imma still shine my future bright I might need shades cutting of snakes with my blades ain't nobody taking shi away from me wen I earned it n it belongs to me biggie smalls says get money n no ion share woy phonies ho run to ya mommy I'm not Nicki or cardi botch buy I'm mre n im wonderfully n uniquely Tiffany u can't play a professional wen u a beginner learn well n u might steak for dinner until then u a dog so go catch ya bone I'm the boss botch imma sit on my throne