ball cap

yo, stop it, i'm taking watches out the pockets, for my niggas who ain't got it, and i still don't make a profit, wait, i'll flip it, and buy a honda civic, fuck a critic, she listen to my music i don't ask her for the digits, goddamn, another she in my life, the last one left, she lowkey still be in my life, give me the key to my house, 'cause imma need it tonight, we don't meet, but she in my eyelids when i'm sleeping at night, got the style sharper than a knife slice, ride motorbikes with dykes, it's fine, go ahead and pull that plug on my lifeline, don't leave me lifeless, afraid to go to that high place, but not being righteous, i be in that seventh circle if it does exist, i'm dropping sixes like the 6ers vs the fucking knicks, clinching spliffs the size of telescopes and ice the wrist, down to 40 ounces biggest rock to swallow finds a sip, then i go to sleep, after checking lyrics, making sure i didn't skip a beat, 'cause god forbid my lyrics ain't really sounded sweet, most people listen that others know i need counseling, these niggas call me whack, you got me twisted like a bottle cap, i stashed my inspiration from, dime bags and lava lamps, like, oh my god 'cause jehovah he ain't calling back, i drop relationships like roses, i don't call a fag, and get the niggas who want features off my ballsack, like, i don't really care about offers and all that, ashes on my clothes, but i ain't twisting my ball cap backwards, this the master, all you artists can fall back, when i drop a mic, yo, i leave it scalding hot, will these women like me before clout?, i mean like, probably not, the same niggas who hate, the ones i'm shitting on, all you hear is stolen, like the beat that i'm spitting on, take your girls pads, and use them to put these written's on, don't worry 'bout my lyrics, 'cause i'm a fucking musician, mom, and, yeah, i'm sorry for my decisions, mom, but that was back in the past, in the present and we get along, like, you, "you wanna go to prison, son", i don't want no fucking degree, but i can go get me one, and um num, sneaky politicians, the suspicious ones, kissing bitches who's kissing lips, taste like, the glistening sun