Okay
I'll be the first to admit
I tried to find the words
For this verse
But I been way too high
Relapsed a while back
And I tried
My best to never give in
But I can’t let that shit faze me
My new shawty Mary Jane
I think she want a baby
Cuz she never leave my side
Was there through all the
Darkest of times
And darkest of rhymes
Now I'm on to new things
People grow apart
But that's ok
I’m finna buckle down
And stack up all my racks
Had to go back to the notepad
Mothafucka the notes app
N***as askin bout the move
I grab the purple tote bag
Now where them notes at
Federal reserve I hear it calling
No more stalling
I work the pen like a Spaulding
The Black Mamba
I be goddamn balling
She was in the snow when I text her
I had lost control
Took a bowl for the temper
Shawty ghosted me but I respected the dead
Cuz I done burnt enough bridges
To last a lifetime over
I grab the four leaf clover
And roll it up in my joint
The other day I think I finally learned a year long lesson
My own blood gave it back to me
Name it blasphemy if you have to
But I acknowledge the hidden form of a metaphor