Watch out, I'm on the sticks. Adversaries fallin' off the list.
Plus I breezed through a few of them bitches with Flawless Vics.
It's no secret, if I speak it, I believe it on the strength of that shelf.
Through all the hell, I learned to fend for myself.
Just check the belts, they hold mad weight. Not the bad.
Gladly lend a hand to shake the landscape. Let's cut to the chase.
A piece of cake batter pancake was on display.
A living earned an honest way. And trayb is on its way to the crib.
Finished with the Christmas shoppin', wouldn't had picked a different option
If I had a chance. Shorthand Legend of Bagger Vance.
I was mappin' out demands. Makin' plans from the pants.
Businessman stance, revolution dance times two.
She came through like "Hey boo"
The things I had on my mind, I need Jesus. In due time.
But for now, I'm like "Get over here" with harpoon jaws.
Let's set it off with this cartoon logic. Pressed pause
'Cause she brought a friend along. Tag teamin' off the high endurance
Introduced her to D with Tribbiani "How you doin'" intent.
We took the piff and ripped it in the living room
The sounds of snow fallin', call it Winter's Tune.
Beautiful as music played in my brain. The fattest blunt walkin'
Talk about some cold frozen motherfuckers.
Uppercutted Toasty. Roastin' under the covers and cozy.
Ayo it's like you must not know me. Musto.
Dumped the guts from double Dutches, what the fuck's jump rope?
Head attached cutthroat, then dunked it at Palumbo.
This white hat rockin' nigga Cuntlos. His son made Training Day.
Morning breath, wake up and smell the gunsmoke.
Both of us was used to Rufus, euphemisms for the raw.
One kid each, but she ain't coughin' up the drawls easy.
It's damn near 3, I still gotta cook.
I promised breakfast at night, and honestly I'm off the books.
I went downstairs, pissin' and forgot my fuckin' mission.
At the time, I had wisdom tellin' me to hit the kitchen.
And this nigga in the mirror started starin' back for twenty minutes.
Talkin' to him. No funny business, now I'm trippin' like
"I'd rather be Cyclops before I torture myself with these eyedrops."
I did it anyway. Memories of Hemingways through the halls stumblin',
I mumbled to myself "Boy, you're fumblin'."
Now I got the goodies out. Felt my phone buzzin' through the hoody pouch.
My brain was en fuego. Shame I had to put it out.
Another twenty minutes past, I should've had a good amount done.
But I was still stuck on pancake number one.
So D took over so I wouldn't fold.
Went back to Sassy Love, whatever flame we had, it was good and cold.
We all ate, scraped the plates and that was that.
When she left, we both hugged, but she never came back. Fuck.