On my quest to answer questions
I sequestered all my blessings
And my friends done learned they lesson I subject them to my questions
Left me breathless the suppression round my neck like a pendant
Pen my feelings 'bout a female
Pencil you in no objection
No codependents who claim to be mending me
In reality
They brash and brazen
Eyes drier then the raisins from Cali be
That's called apathy
A lack of passion living passively
These moments come and go just like the fruit off of an apple tree
It's
Suavé season
Marital treason
For no reason
Cheat on a female one time and you an evil demon
I'm just playin I'm more loyal than a Labrador
Left the lab door open exposing Lovecraftian horrors
Charging at me move out of the way just like a matador
It's the back and forth the tennis racquet but you lackin' sport
Lack the passion for it
What's the point of competition if you ain't keeping score?
What?
Man, they ain't keepin score we finna sweep 'em
Get the broom we finna clean 'em
All dark and gloomy when I'm sparring with these demons
Chilling in the ark it ain't no room for you heathens
Nigga I'm still breathing
Washed out to see, you be chillin with the fish
Luckily for me, I'm here serving up the dish
How you want it?
My brodie Suave threw the alley
Sting like a bumble bee
Nigga where the cash is
Can't hear your please don't mumble, G
New class rewriting the rules
And bringing out suspensions like niggas fighting in school
Worldstar Worldstar
Oh that's Hip-Hop
Me and my niggas the type to make your flips flops
Me and my niggas the type to make your lips lock
Shit I'm just spittin' off the head top
These bitches spittin' from the head top