Yea listen
I kno I'm trash buh bare with me
Tbh i really dnt care, fukk playin fair
Grew up to poverty now I'm counting up
stacks it's fantastic like magic
Money keep on flowin Nd it keeps me goin
Like an engine, let nikkas try Nd fukk with me
Kause my palms been itching
Got these nikkas flinching
Niggas kno the vibes I'm always outside
Neva lakkin always makkin by my doley
Dnt need nobody jus me Nd my body
Trust nobody jus me Nd my shotty
Meet u at the lobby wat u need I'm sellin dope, boy, kall me the dopeboy out here trapping on any blokk dnt matter what they jakkin
Nd if a nigga try serve on my blokk he getting pakkked jus like the rest of u opps
Give a fukk if u kallin kops
YOU ARE READING
Rapaholic
Poetryit can be a poem or rap don't matter. read it all the wavy shit towards the end b deadass Fakts Jokerdapoet aka Luny Lanez
