Last month of 46 hour work weeks, before I start going back into being a full time student again. Five more months before I head up to Washington to finish my degree, if everything goes as planned. Pray to God I don’t make a fool out of myself.
“Niggas so thirsty it irks me, you keep on putting bitches, over money but that ain’t my cup of tea though,
Nah nigga, the game is to get, a bunch of paper just to change your fucking neighbors and shit.
I swear if niggas put half of what they put in chasing ass into a craft, now you’d be famous and rich.
But I get it, you rather lay with a bitch, while you play with her pussy, and let her play with your dick,
She thinking she got a first round pick, she thinking bout all the things she can get,
She thinking you got a Range for a whip, and a fly ass cribbo, and it’s not that simple cause,
All you got is a phone full of bitches, and they just like her
Meanwhile I’m stacking paper up, my word
Had more hoes coming than a bus driver
Got a full grown woman wanna fuck my word, wanna ride my nouns, let her suck my verbs.”