dorothy parker.

When there's crabs in a bucket…you don't even need a lid on it.
Niggas tucking I ain't talking bout a bib on it
It's so sickening; i ain't talking bubonic
smoother than blue bonnet

I do alright for not having no PR
shouts to my girls from the D.R., the salt to my pr
I'm off in the V-I
No you can't get through
No y'all don't know me
Or shit I been into

It's not a freestyle. I'm just talking my shit.
Lighting up the dark; really sparking a spliff
Wading in the mire, couldn't cross through the styx
Something to admire when I'm flaunting the tricks

Not a freestyle, I'm just talkin my shit
Pull up to the scene & you know it's a moshpit
Shoutout to my nigga Olukara, he really be having moshpits though

Journal entry number million & 1:
My hands are always full cause I'm holding my tongue
My plans are falling through cause I stay in the house
got the skill but I'm scared it'll never amount
Flip money, that's a gymna-stacks
Refund gotta spend that tax
Ohh girl gotta bring that back
Gotta bring that back
& that's the word that's the word that's the word that's the real
Homie came through with the herbs & the rills
Everything I got, I earned; you can't touch me
In Europe for months I ain't have one
dutchie
Shawty asked me, "where you from?" "what's your accent?"
"Don't matter, is you tryna get that ass bent?"
Ray bans & aspirin
No church, no preaching
No relaxing on Sundays
Niggas wanna act but never rehearse the gunplay
Swear I'm coming out one day
Time will tell but I told you first
I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me
I remember being 17 ducking all my assignments
I remember me + jamie was puffing out on the siamese
I was scared to inhale and caught it all in my sinus

Last year I was suicidal
Anyone who kept together, that's my newest idol
My modest recital:
Time will tell but I told you first