Poet who? I'm spitting out prison cells, the guards have no chance of stopping the Flo that I have runnin' now. Prisoners be aware that the warden is a imbecile, it must be biblical that I'm not liberal.
Poet who? The same nigga pointing a 9 at his head in a parking lot's is now parking cars in the same parking spots. The cars are nonexistent but in an instant I'm sure it'll be consistent, the 9 is now a 10 and the nigga is a bitch, isn't.
Poet who? The same fools that bullied me for oodles and noodles are now begging to their dealer to "PLEASE, KEEP THE INSURANCE!" While snorting a gram a day and getting their ass whooped by self assurance— (long "s" sound)
Poet who? The poet is past, the future is last, and if all y'all want some smoke, get a pack. Cuz The closet is glass, and my homies are trash, and the only thing they'll listen to is musical rap; so that's why I'm here, to get them to listen near, and if they don't, I'll punch a nigga rear.
THIS WASNT REALLY A NICKI VERSE I THINK IM JUST A RAPPER NOW 😇
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HorrorYou hear me, yung money is here bitch 😐