Poetry lyrics

Verse 1 Tsu Surf:
This is Poetry
In other words flawetry n*gga
n*ggas die if they provoking me n*gga
I don’t even wanna smoke with these n*ggas
Give em a pill I hope you choke on it n*gga
Just wrote some bull for my n*ggas
Overworking got my head hurting
Play with bro now he a dead person
Lapping n*ggas, see my legs working
And told my son “don’t f*ck with fed persons”
And told my son “you better not never f*ck with no police”
Get that n*gga, he still twitching, hit his head again
Bet them n*ggas will never try to play with my mans again
I just want the money, I ain’t evеn really got no plans for this
I hate when n*ggas bе talking about some that they can’t bring me in
I used to f*ck with stupid b*tches, now I got cooler b*tches
I just bought some Call of Duty sh*t, it got a cooler in it
I maneuver sh*t for stupid n*ggas, that’s the cooler kid
Imma rap with whoever I want, I don’t care who you with
n*gga I’m tryna put my city on, I see the bigger picture
Cop ass putting everything on the gram, man I don’t get these n*ggas
Everybody dissing and ain’t nobody die since 2020
Lil n*ggas must be really out they mind, they think they f*cking with me
I can go for seconds man, it’s hours, n*gga I can go forever
I advise n*ggas not to play with my name like bro won’t give you feathers
n*ggas f*ck with rats to get this cheese, n*ggas got to do better
n*ggas f*ck with WHAT? To get the WHAT?
I don’t f*ck with these n*ggas
I can’t be beefing with my city, I really got love for n*ggas
I just want to ride around and pass out money, guns, and drugs to n*ggas
Fill out my state the most it’s on my back, b*tch I ? these n*ggas
I open the bank like crack is what?
2 years, the deaths was back to back, 2 funerals
I lost the closest to me, f*ck you think I care about losing you
2 2 22, I think that day I lost my soul with you
Like every day I sit here thinking “I just wanna go with you”
Keep a pole, can’t let no pus*y n*gga send me home to you
Feel like I failed you, know I really could’ve did the most for you
A part of my tears, you know you get me all emotional
I guess that’s what it’s supposed to do, forever I’m gon go for you
This sh*t came unexpected, like me rapping?
Who would’ve ever thought
Wish I could pull up and see you sipping, sitting, chilling on the porch
Need this money to pay for these lawyers, that’s why I can’t stop rapping for
Got to this money for these lawyers, sh*t ain’t adding up
Verse 2 FL3A:
Better keep your gloves with you
You think it’s your life till the judge get you
Pull up on em, freeze em, going Sub-Zero
I can’t buy no b*tch a birkin
Lil bro be bussin' he be hitting sh*t and sippin' purple
Oh they think it’s cool dissing blood?
Another missing person
Pray they don’t do me first
Guns for the G’s, the choppa cost about a Gucci shirt
They hit the hood, the homie gone, we don’t know who to hurt
He hide the pain with opioids, sh*t got him chewing percs
He can’t feel sh*t
Lil bro and them will go to school, they be on field trips
Ain’t get the sucker that hit
Never mind we still p*ssed
Man I be tryna tell the chill, they wanna drill sh*t
We go to war with Navy
We say our prayers, wake his ? up
They caught a baby
We do the Benz like it’s a rental, did the foreign crazy
Hunnid twenty on the suit, I pray the lawyers save me