Poetry lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo this that Maya Angelou, know what I'm sayin'
My n*gga this poetry
Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost type sh*t, know what I'm sayin'
Mark Twain, Shakespeare, in the belly of the beast, know what I mean

[Verse 1]
n*gga this poetry, you can't afford me
A board'a award me
Pass me a napkin, this supper so good, my plate looking gorgeous
2012 went to Pluto, now n*ggas want me on choruses
Give 'em a verse and a chorus, go chart it now you got a Future endorsement
Bad b*tches never go lady-like, hoe [cat?] b*tches always gon' make it right
You go far, no competition, your b*tch calling me, God my witness I smoke too much
Shе holler out "Freebandz", you holler out "rematch"
First rulе, never ever fight for the pus*y, you should already see that
Somehow n*ggas don't catch the memo
Dirty Sprite, put the tape out [all demo?]
n*ggas try to say they ain't hot because I add a melody to this rap sh*t, n*gga you a lame-o (Gone)
Streets got concrete with a rose
Fighting me with this sh*t, need better clothes
pus*y got slammed out a finger roll, get it on set, call a shooter, get your [?] on

[Chorus]
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga this poetry
Married to the money, I never ever ever divorce it
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga this poetry
Put it on my mama, my daddy, if you [not that?] then it's abortion
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga this poetry
[?]
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga I swear that it's poetry
[Verse 2]
Love it or hate it, I'm a bad influence
Thirty-six ounces of raw, come back looking like Patrick Ewing
Triple your cars, why do you do it?
These n*ggas they get so emotional gassing these b*tches, no fluid
Murder that pus*y, first degree
Continue to murk that pus*y, now you can go shopping for free
n*ggas ain't checked none my logo, never come dolo, come through late on the low-low
She ask for the photo, that's a quick no-no, 'cuz b*tches out here be f*cking for the promo
She jump on her exes, I c*m in her mouth when I use no protection
She sit on her ruler, I said this ruler can teach you a lesson
Some chicks got obsessions but never admit that they need some affection
I might have to pick another ex because these are my groupie confessions

[Chorus]
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga this poetry
Married to the money, I never ever ever divorce it
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga this poetry
Put it on my mama, my daddy, if you [not that?] then it's abortion
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga this poetry
[?]
n*gga this poetry, n*gga- my n*gga I swear that it's poetry