shawty look at me and she say bingo
beat it like star so she see ringo, gringo
lost all we are, it’s not so simple
remember what u thought u forgot
look for symbols
and stop lookin for them bimbos
off the get go
and go n get dough
bring it back to the block
like dropped missiles
ya mans look at me like his father
don’t bother, flow like dwayne carter
hot revolver
when that pain come
it come tumultuous
so if u saying sum
pray for sum u can torch w.
cause u gone need that fye
pie in the sky, fly sum in ya eye like a stye
no bezel could cover all the shit
u done for mi ma
como se dice uhh
lottery pop, guap top notch
got green like bong me
juggernaut top 3, watch me
or be a go-go, sake in a roll
oh pollo w nonno
bro i already ocho
no cinco
we are going to end up as a photograph—almost life-sized—hanging
as a warning on the Traffic Court wall
and people will shudder just a bit and look the other way
knowing that
too much ego
is not enough.
gotta stop battlin these wild speed jocks on the freeway as we roar through hairline openings with stereo blasting through noon and evening and darkness
when actually all we want is to sit in cool green gardens talking quietly over drinks
what makes us this way?-too many bitches?
something i love is when a person wants to be sweet and uncomplicated but they come from a long line of mean serious assholes and have to fight their nature off deliberately every morning