Crime Poetry (Outro)

Oh, this what we doing?

Aight, aight bet

I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man

I gotta get a little bocky on this one, y'heard?

Uh

Holy fucking moly, I'm a superstar

I drive super cars

I fuck the smartest women

I fuck stupid broads

They know who I is

They know who I are

Fill this cup up like a battery and now I'm supercharged

Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket

I see super stars

Moon and mars

Put a message on a bullet

Now they know who my shooters are

Covered up in these tattoos because we can't remove the scars

Turn myself into a boss

A CEO, I'm who in charge

In love with the game

Cupid shot me through the heart

Had to break up with fame

Because it broke my mood apart

Man, I chase them checks so much I nearly tore my shoes apart

I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist

Bitch, do not confuse the art, no

Just let that sink in

I'ma let that sink in

Who do I trust?

Me, that's who

I do what I must

I do what I love

You do what you lust

I don't do it for luck

I do it for bucks

I do it for blessings

Turn my L into lessons

This is a message

I don't hear you haters

Must be losing reception

I am the plug

My only connect is connect with the money

Don't fuck with my money

The choppa went up, now you jumping like bungee

Was raised in the city

Was raised in the country

They pour up the Henny

They poured up the muddy

Cut the bitch off, had to get it some cutty

The prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly

I got a blue heart but I throw up the bloody

The money the blue

That's word to Kentucky

Don't care about shit

The liquor, it numb me

You hate me, you hate me

You love me, you love me

They leave when it rain

They come when it sunny

The grinch in my pocket, that's why they so grumpy

She said that I'm cute, but cute is for puppies

Bitch, I'm a dog

Just feed me and fuck me

And roll up a blunt while you rub me

Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy

When we get home better take off them clothes and no phones

Put your hair in a scrunchy

Freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets

Got me singing like isn't she lovely?

I hate on niggas bitchin'

Listen, trigger finger itching, just call me a junkie

This shit is deeper than rap, this is above me

I am the monkey that's stuck in the

Middle of misunderstanding and judgement

They think that they bringing me down

But I'm up to something

I'm here and I'm sticking around

This is not up for discussion, nigga

Gimme some head until you get a concussion

To me it's just normal, to some it's disgusting

Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she's fussing and cussing

Like, assume the position, stop making assumptions

Without the support I am nothing

Shout out my producer, I can't forget the production

I broke a few hearts, had to do some construction

I swear it's so hard to ignore that seduction

Red dot on the Glock look like she blushing

I'ma just shit on them niggas that thought

They were stopping my toilet from flushing