Just spoke 2 my ex  said she lovin the bars
She still in her feels but none of them hard
Boxed thru the scars she was hurt had 2 get low
We out in AZ watching sugarhill wit tip toe
From piss po' 2 just regular poor
I can sip it out the bottle but I'd rather u pour
Your.. new sheriff let my baby moms swear me in
We serious as cancer like this shit was ovarian
Marrying the game was never at the forefront
I watched yall ball I was happy just 2 score once
For 4 months.. had this spoon & this fork
& how we gone eat been consuming my thoughts
Look soon as we start.. everybody gonna wanna plate
Tell em bout ya beef now these niggaz They don't want the steak
Yall underweight. Some relate & still don't get the message
Less I'm talkin bout how I flip bricks in Texas

Hold on..

Exit right b4 I Fabricate one line
Tell John my hand cocked but a nigga staying unsigned
Tried 2 undermine what I spill in these poems
My man bunkie on the celly half a year & u home
Back in a zone.. like I remember telling tab & Pam
Mommy gone so now we gotta have a plan
Im doing movies never thought I'd have a chance
Music 2 my ears but didn't feel like I had 2 dance
From cans of spam  burnt ends & that yellow mustard
Now I be looking at that shit like I never touched it
Felt digusted.. when I think bout how my life went
But I can rewrite the whole story with the right pen
Me & this thick light skin but she don't like 2 cuddle much
I'm  thinking bout my mother she used 2 swear that I was color stuck
The hood cursed but they sayin we ain't cuss enough
Stayed doing push ups 4 when niggaz tryin 2 muscle us

Hold on..

Yall can't stop The reign so they don't play in puddles much
My back gainst the ropes I'll have u niggaz jumping double dutch
Watch these niggaz u be thinking that man got u
Put u on his back  & knowing he got plans 2 drop u
It'll cost u.. they hate 2 see u bossed up
Don't drink coffee but still gettin them star bucks
These niggaz corn using phrases like aww shucks
If ya dog can fight then why he scared 2 put his paws up
Dark tux yeah my niggaz see Alot of cream
Soul food flow.. even a nigga collar green
Like the college way b4 I was wit the union
UCLA I always got some shit brewing