[Verse 1]

CTRL

Yeah!

I’m feeling like a poet

Woke up this morning and I know he is a poet

Still, I am

Steal a yam

City of hell

Scrambling feeling naughty

Let’s say I figure the squeeze

CTRL

Let's say I’m

Lest I am

Scribbling, scribbling with these words

Take a scissor and cut it out with these words

I'm not cut out for the shit

But I put the bull

I'm acting like a matador

So, you know I come through red

With this shit with my girl

Driving through, is that a merciless kill?

You know I got no spec-on

But my temple hit you harder than these thoughts could ever reach you

Come and love me with this damn body

My girl looking closer than your shorty could ever

Don done don't

I mean dote on me

Dote on her

Loving this

Hey!

I'm filled with so much hate

They wanna kill me so slow

So, I crib on these niggers

Yeah, I took them whole

I'm not loving nobody

Better get it through

But I body every nigga

Better get it. View!

Loving with a fucking loupe

I need a fucking monocle

Just to get my fucking honey cool

I think I'm lost with these butter cools

But I put the girl in the right side

Call that shit a bother too