Don't flaunt no money at me.
That shit ain't even yours!
You show to it ya homies than you split in fours.
Got the nerve to talk me with all that aggression.
Behind closed doors you talk to hoes like the Pope with many confessions.
Begging for a fuck, but don't wanna keep it a buck.
Talk shit to me, you betta say it wit yo chest!
I'll smack you in the face while I watch you rest.
I refuse to let a man force me to stay the in house.
You rather fuck on me on yo grand momma couch?
Where them balls nigga?
Is you bouncing them on the court with them new Jordans nigga?
What you say?!
Say it wit ya chest, before I punch you in yo face!
Don't disrespect me.
I been holding you down, so don't neglect me.
This what I get for believing in a nigga.
Telling sold dreams.
Get rich or lie trying.
That was his motto.
Talking under your breathe!
You betta say wit ya chest!
At the end of the day I know I'm gon be blessed.
With or without you.
I'm not missing nothing.
You really acting funny.
Once I leave you, I'mma smile like it's sunny.
I know I been gone for a long, long time, but college had me occupied for a good minute.
I'll start back with my poems frequently. Please be patient with me and have a blessed day/night. Also please vote and comment.
Thank u 😊❤️.
