I don’t like your feng shui
You trippin you aint runway
don’t matter what you gon say
back when, rappin with a felt pen
youngest of 4 children
managed to raise the ceiling
bout time, rarely consistent
deadline still alive n missed it
thank god my mother been religious
she got God’s digits
and she help with it
maybe got me a rsvp
just don’t let him see me
on the cctv
Prolly sneaking out the house
won’t be so easy
but I was taught to barter still
and display the same skill
as 12 stressed students popping mad modafinil
anyday its fit with a suede jacket
hot as hell, cold as bitch
only way to have it
father fore passed
knew class is standard
so imma pass it round and
make it a pattern
if the world be a stage then bitch I’m the lead
and the written play, the ink the pen bleed
both the king and prince who succeed
this ain’t a vision in a midsummer dream
ambitious wishin of another black teen
left me twitchin like children near them vaccines
Kubrick stay counting what it take for the silver screen
And it scream
Perfection
I want nothing less than
I want the picture and a frame
Hot 16 and a hotter refrain
Please remain seated
The curse to be conceited
Easily defeated
Gone
We didn't like your art
From the start
Falling short
Off a high horse you bonaparte
Out of gas how long you gon push the car?
Till i make it out and that whip be push to start
You might like my feng shui
Cashz walk on the runway
Olive garden to my gourmet
You aint picked if its a la carte
My palette is quick to tell apart
Incidental strokes and a work of art
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