My random ass poetic thoughts

Poem two: money over bullshit

Money over bullshit,
A

s I walk through these streets,
phone at hand,
Pocket knife right behind it,
You can see it in my walk,
And my facial hair,
By the way Grindin,
Passing taco bell on morse,
SamAsh to my right,
Just left my home boys crib,
We was smokin that kryptonite,
Like this is poetry in motion to get you crippin right,
Mapping out my money moves,
And making money plans,
Takin shortcuts like a ninja to my money plans,
Cause if you fail to plan,
You plan to fail,
That's just real life shit,
So shout out to everyone that's just like me and wanna be real life rich,
With some real life problems,
So no time to bullshit,
M.O B is a tattoo up on my body,
From when I was young I grew up with,
At first,
I'll admit,
It meant money over bitches,
But as it grew on me,
I changed it to money over bullshit,
Cause it's my tattoo,
And nigga,
Who the fuck likes bullshit?,
So miss me with the bullshit,
If rather be,
Traveling,
Buy some real estate in Japan, and fully learn Japanese,
I'm tryna build two mansions,
One right outside of my hometown,
And one in Tokyo,
Flying in my own private jet yo,
So am I wrong if for this money I'm being cutthroat?,
To the point that your haters sayin that you doin the most,
But what are they doin for you,
Except for being a secret fan,
That for your you,
And only tryna do your brag, and your boast,
But in a hatin way tho,
All cause you ain't about bullshit,
Cause all the so called "woke" niggas,
Need to wake up,
Cause y'all not as deep as y'all thibk,
And y'all really ain't woke nigga,
Cause y'all don't pay attention when niggas is tryna teach you how to not be,
And to keep from being broke nigga,
This Pocket knife under my phone,
Is use like a money detector,
I can wtite a book on economics,
Like a money professor,
You gotta get up and get it,
Can't wait for no one is else,
Thank the Lord for every dollar that you bring into your wealth,
Real street king,
I'm out late at them times,
Where yo grandma told you only gangstas and hoes was out,
The night life scene is beautiful,
That's something you should probably get to know bout,
Grew up runnin from the police since a youngin,
Nigga knockin with the homies from the neighborhood,
Gotta be the fastest nigga on the block in the neighborhood,
We never got caught too,
Learn how to make boss moves,
Only be honest with your family and your friends, and significant other,
Never tell the cops the truth,
Learn how to do that,
You'll be unstoppable,
Get deep into this crime world,
This money something we gotta do,
We all got out own individual reasons to,
Just mind yo own business,
Yea mind yo own business,
Cause when you don't mind yo own business,
You start indulging in bullshit,
And this money bag tattoo on my wrist where my watch would be,
It's tellin me,
There ain't no time for bullshit,
Cause shit,
Time is money,
So fuck wasting some time,
Before you earn a dollar boy,
You gotta earn a dime,
Invest in your own mind,
And soul,
So you can learn how to control time,
And just alter reality,
Before eyes,
So magically,
Turn your network into a piece of your master piece,
Shout out to all of those out there tryna master peace,
Shout out to those that learned the fun of growing your patience,
Cause everything you want and need gone come to you,
If you only stay patient,
Tap into your spiritual gifts that you got latent,
Deep up in your mind and your soul,
And DNA strands,
Think about it,
Yo ancestors survived,
How did they make bands,
You better place the money before the bullshit in yo life,
You ain't got not need or no time for no fake friends.