Butterscotch Poetry
Wu Tang fangz, GraveDigga in ya face
pop a zan wit a pack of koolaid
theres boobie traps where I walk, jacuzzis sound warm
inspired by Big L
they quick to judge a young buck but they did fail
Philly, was the name of a dog
that got ran over and ate by dogs
ODB flowz, yall cant record, frontline
I use to listen to Hovito
got jumped on the hustle, pobersito
tryn be a thug? 'll have ya feet cold
my role model was a drug dealer, my hero
taught me how to cut coke n breathe below zero
tryn be on the screen like Benzino'll prolly have me shot, too
cuz its so much envy when you on top, too
what chu think? I wana sleep on the block?
Im tryn live life, jet skis n the yacht, in Panama
wit control analogs, backyards wit catalogs
pajamas on, on the highest floor, fishin in the amazon
catchin Dinosaurs, breakin all kind a laws on the path I'm on
champagne spilly, Tampa Bay pissy, you a actor in da city
I'll bag a dime dizzy, like Fat Joe told ya, quick to get ig'nant
n I'm a shine on em like the Big Pun emblem
till I got Fendi on my women n Gucci on my denim
I ain't even Rich n they wana shoot me in a minute
I ain't ever switched but I'm tired of this shit, I want the Louie n Davinchey
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