…

Tic

Tic

Tic

Tic

I really need something to scratch that

Itch

Itch

Itch

Itch

You really acting like a

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Might crash into a

Ditch

Ditch

Ditch

Ditch

Off a pill

Hope it’s real

I love weed

I love beams

Chopper with a scope

Popped a narc

Don’t blame me

I can rap

I can sing

I can tap

In her dreams

On her knees

Gimme please

Choked and sneezed

I’ve been doing this sense like

2017

Wrote this at 1-3

I’ll be better than everyone by the age of 15

Yes I’m cocky

Yes we naughty

Caught a body

I dont need nobody

My drugs got me

They my only friends

That’s just common sense

They feel me up with confidence

I’m incompetent

I’m up in space

But that’s ok

That’s my hiding space

I’m up in space

But that’s ok

That’s my hiding place