Man you are such a fool,
Chasing after figures,
Played with them and put them away, like it was a sport or cool,
Then Karma came and said hey,
You know you falling off you game,
And you can't call the kettle black like my Mom says,
Because your bottom black too,
Pass up the right chick, for a night with 36-24-36,
To crack that safe you would play the role until you get to play locksmith,
She look up and she's been robbed,
You stole glory like Kanye,
No one toast to the assholes, but the do toast when they pass away,
Why do you dabble in pain and childs play,
She wants a teddy bear not Chuckie,
How dare you say that I am a man, and play with heart like toys,
Just a little boy,
Keep it up and one day you name will be dirty,
Dogs only get fleas,
They only good for jumping on you, and sucking you dry,
In the club single, party and dogged out at +30,
Dressing like your nephews,
All your talent wasted then because your age has you over qualified,
Are you can play the Thug shit, but understand that's for the delight of men,
Such is living by blade, and such crown is exchanged in blood for the love of it, time and time again, to find that ignorance is in a way suicide,
And one day you can have the homies pimp you casket with money rolls, watches to funeral directors delight,
Line it with a little extra tip or hurried treasure for late night grab before laying slab,
©dexxtoby
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