Oven

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