Okay

I'll be the first to admit

I tried to find the words

For this verse

But I been way too high

Relapsed a while back

And I tried

My best to never give in

But I can’t let that shit faze me

My new shawty Mary Jane

I think she want a baby

Cuz she never leave my side

Was there through all the

Darkest of times

And darkest of rhymes

Now I'm on to new things

People grow apart

But that's ok

I’m finna buckle down

And stack up all my racks

Had to go back to the notepad

Mothafucka the notes app

Niggas askin bout the move

I grab the purple tote bag

Now where them notes at

Federal reserve I hear it calling

No more stalling

I work the pen like a Spaulding

The Black Mamba

I be goddamn balling

She was in the snow when I text her

I had lost control

Took a bowl for the temper

Shawty ghosted me but I respected the dead

Cuz I done burnt enough bridges

To last a lifetime over

I grab the four leaf clover

And roll it up in my joint

The other day I think I finally learned a year long lesson

My own blood gave it back to me

Name it blasphemy if you have to

But I acknowledge the hidden form of a metaphor