Writer in Atlanta, Georgia

I'm bout Dem dollaz And she bout da same Pocket book not a wallet She leave dis dick drained Constantly feeding her game It feel like I'm being detained It was no need to behave Dat keeping me sane use to leave when he came Look what these streets have became No way a beast cud be tamed I'm wanting visas n thangs But dis one won me ova for I knew I was chosen Bitches was snoozing n dozing dat I knew wasn't devoted I just refused to get cozy Ion let views control me likes or follows dictate who will or won't know me Control everything else. So the is her problem Hit da block with da toxins I prolly should stop cause they watching Flipping blocks til I'm carsick Wife wanna go home she held hostage Just sumthn to add to her gossip I think dat she gothic Type wit a hand full of hot grits Or I'm just noid on sum high It was love for I got picked Till her thirst Dan got quenched Now she loving on profit Turned to da type I cud rock wit akward Dat on aqua Migo nem begging fuh agua If u ain't talking Dem Pecos Den it's likely no habla don't bother Nobody said is gone come wit cold water