Many

I have some little lines for many, many seem so condescending, I don't really like the many, cause many talking down on many, many have no shine on many, The little space I am getting, many change the pace of many. What it do. What it do. We can never speak on it again. Cause. many have no many sense cause signature is a candy stick and many just be sucking it, so many on the curb with tricks. Just trying to get heard on some clips and many don't have many pennies, but cents, they seem to think they have many. Many, many, many, got the Remi and the Henney. Many many, many, gots it's tongue; money with no handle bar, many thought it was something. Many just trying to get up far. Lost with no conscious. Back on the wall. Still standing tall. Most with the keys, but many go ghost. Many think they G's but really no code. Dance on the floor with on thier tippy-toes. Aim the glock and they standing cold. I been down with many, but many wish they was me, as many ain't getting it. Keep on with the silly slips, give you that Billie blick. Know a woman named Treasure, but she never has gold. Pots and pans I be cooking with the fans money, greens eggs and ham had friend name sam, and sam had the hammer while he goes out jamming many folds with a camera, mini goals with the shimmers, just be open like a chimney so we just be chillin.
©shakkan