POTL

I only gon fuck I won't kiss her
Her pussy the pick of the litter
She lickin' & blowin' like shit was a swisher
We cut like some scissors, I get all up in her
I hold all the paper like printer
I'm white & I'm cold like the winter
A sinner, a winner, can't fuck with beginners
I told you on Mineral, gettin' my check up like it was a physical
Gettin' my bread up this shit is artisanal
Isn't a visit a bit too extreme?
Isn't you bitter I'm livin' my dream?
Weren't you a quitter when shit got too real?
Claim you a spitter but wait for a deal
I walk away then you say how you feel
When in my face man you may as well kneel
With the way that you all on my dick
Ridin' my wave & you gonna drown quick
My sound's great, your sound's shit
Yours sounds fake, mine sounds lit
You are not A-bout it
You still take A-llowance
This flame you can't douse it
Sit down you big clownin'

Get out yo feelings and get on my level
Been powering up, amethyst on the bezel
You just a puppet who always gon' settle
I'm behind the scenes, pullin' strings like Gepetto
Flower of life, I been pickin' the petals
Young alchemist, but ain't fusing no metals
Got they brains bubbling, steaming, like kettles
They asked what the plan is, I said I got several
Need me a blunt, couple shrooms, and some sleep
Keep rolling up backwoods, they call me the jeep
Flow be like the rapids while you just a creek
Can't get on my peak, 'cause the mountain too steep
If you feelin' froggy, man go ahead, leap
I sit back like Kermit just sippin' my tea
Ya flows are just borrowed, attention you seek
Ya vibe be so weak, and ya soul is just bleak



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Maysack
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