Pandora's Box

I made $3,000 and I don't know where it went
But if I make $3,000 more it doesn't matter, paid the rent
Let my dogs run through the halls, man my neighbors love it all
And I'm catered by my landlord cuz she knows that she could get it

A homeless nigga saw me rapping, asked me "how you doin'?"
Double-took where I was looking cuz I swear that I had knew him
A girl from my past that I smashed, she had his baby
After fading me bad. I ain't mad, I gave him $80

I be Milly Rockin on every block looking like a white kid
Smoking fatty J's in the middle of the day like I'm licensed
Keep a social distance cuz I don't like y'all, I'm not pretending
Takes a special type of pussy- meant person, to get the interest

Girl quit making excuses, just admit that you scared of nigga meat
It's useless though, you gon' wanna do it. I leave it quivering
Abusing the pussy for amusement, nah I ain't innocent
I'd rather not rap about the bitches though, I ain't into it

Came up in poverty, living a life of envy
I got older, then got greedy, I'm thinking my life's a disease
I got hungry for a minute, I'm visualizing wars
I'm in pain every day from the misery of the world
It's the death of those that's close to me, constantly got me worried
I'd commit a couple crimes, I'm impatient just for some money
I feel like a burdensome toil, feeling like I'm the illness
But I know I'm not gon' stop as long as I got my Elpis

I don't know if it's the booze or the bouquet, act like I didn't know ya
Left me with my sins and a bit of hope
The box of Pandora
Periodic fits of persistence, a fuck up with some focus
Never been too big on religiousness
Hope the heavens notice

That my dreams have gotten bigger
I'm smoking stupid nauseous vapors like that shit is paint thinner
I used to roll up with the half papers, my spliffs gotten bigger
I had a blondie send me selfies with some ass and some titters
I chose to clock into my dayjob with my brain on the fritters
I'm like a pirate with a bounty, criminal with some pictures
You didn't think this was a come up. Thought I cut it off, didn't ya?
Summer resume, that combo hit, end it with the finisher

Boy, I recoup every dollar kid, your shits are diminishing
I ain't saying that this my life, but I'm a man on a mission
We doing more than missionary, what's your favorite position
After, pretend you didn't see me, keep me outta your mentions

I'm like a reel, boy. I'm ballin', boy, I steady be fishin'
Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah...