"kasani you leave the house without telling anybody"my dad said as he ranted to me in the living room.
"okay"i said staring blankly back at him as he mugged me.
"so where have you been"he said staring at me as i shrugged my shoulders.
"figure it out"i said and he got on his phone.
"you never acted like this when your mom was here"my dad said and an instant mug went on my face.
he wasn't even around...he left her to be with other bitches.
don't nut in a bih if you ain't ready.
"you wasn't even around fr so stfu"i said and he squinted his eyes before speaking, bet he thinking of a lie.
"kasani just start telling us where you go"he said before going back into his room as i heard the room shut.
"ain't nobody finna deal with this shit"i said before grabbing my cars, going to my car.
I'd rather be anywhere else but home tbh.
i don't know if I'm fighting my demons or if i am the demon.
gah damn.
going into my playlist i clicked co cash freestyle before pulling out the drive way, making my way to my homeboy spot.
Look who pulled up in a charger Backwood im sparking Upon my departure I grew up without a father Dont do no arguing Ain't with the duckin and dodgin My money keep gettin larger So ima target Yo lil shit need some enlargement Gucci sweater mr rodgers Paid like a doctor These niggas shop at the market These niggas fake and they flodgin Fendi runners on when im joggin Diamonds on me and my partners All the fellas got rocks shawn carter My nigga just caught a few charges Now I gotta go a lil harder And im choppin shit like barbers And im drippin sauce like tarter
"uhh and now these bitches keep looking, the sick of these rookies" i rapped to the song as i did hand motions to the song.
looking at tae location, i shot him a text before looking back on the road.
"she said she wanted a kid, i told ha you trippin and then i put one on ha lip" i rapped as i turned in the neighborhood.
I'm finna quit that therapy shit.
ain't nothing improving.
Lil bitch I woulda been fuckin with police if that was the case Shoe with no lace Ballin so hard broke my ankle I think I might need me a brace Im in a race Tryna go run up this paper They cannot keep up with my pace (these niggas can't keep up with me) Bitch im the shit yuh I look like a lick yuh If you try to hit yuh I bet you gone miss yuh I got em thinkin im gettin old Cuz I walk around with a stick whoaa
