Finesse lyrics

[Intro]
Mac

[Verse]
I'm writing 30 pages of lyrics and stretching out on my floor
Rapping is not my major but experience is a go
Whether my sh*t is nasty like Vulgarism and others
Doesn't matter, since I'm being realer than all you foes
Watch it, through, prove your attitude like [?]
This is smelling like liquor and c*m dripping off your clothes
Talking sh*t 'bout my image is far from old, though
There he go, hanging with the popular kids
He thought he was that n*gga with the friends and sh*t
I don't have friends, all I know is acquaintances, b*tch
Here they come

[Chorus]
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Finessin' this life, yeah, yeah
Dough
(Burp)

[Verse 2]
Hold up, you thought I was finished
Making my [?]
This is the piece to my finish, making these puzzles diminish
Beating my di*k like it's italic or some kind of a gimmick
Many aliases like an alien finding identity
Just in case you're the trinity, finding hope for my entity
[?] find someone with a matching and real to me
I know she somewhere in the world, but I know it's not my time
I'm constantly f*cking it up so I just ease my pain with rhymes
Dough