I could’ve messed up the money
Dropping from Sunday to Sunday
Digits come in
like bees from the honey
Hundreds come thumping my thumbs
Drip come from under the sun
Staged and stabbed in my back
You would think I’m
scissor-head gumpy
Really gone sip me some money
Never limped I am outstanding
Demanding and Respected and Lavished
Clean willed father
Sauced up Lover
Flossed up trouble
The greatness just drip
Directly off of the stubbled
Timed and toned brother
Rap for the other m.a.l.e.s
With the F. E .
Directly in front of the letter
In front of the leather
The seats feel like feather
She wanna dismantle
But I see how you get down
And it ain’t even close coming
The bar full of rum and
She dripping from London
But speak with that lil French onion
Two teared up tussling
Three physical buttons
She push em
I burn em
The passion be nutting
The physically stutters
The last and the plus one
Draft fro on Rushmore
Day at the hush moor
Flew to the warm air
Middle of 1 year
Never been back
I still gotta glow up
But that is the grow up
Sitting at the floor bubbling
Drastic like no other