LA ROUE

Flip through the book, enjoy the sun Don't clip my hook son I'm sittin' here bummed out So renovations must come, so don't front You know you won't be me My watch don't hum it tick hun I'm real, this ain't electronic I'm on it like monkeypox on my arm I put my patch on and then gone Just like my bike robbed up from Walmart You bitches con artists Y'all not on this And y'all not honest With y'alls art, it's not valid My screen is crowded, go buy a kite Y'all need some time away from home I'll buy you a flight, I hold my own Don't need bandwagons to fight Or shed light on wrongs and rights When I know what I know And y'all know what gets likes, okay God is a woman and I'm her This shits a tale of my party I'll set your life with my hobby Feeding your kids with my hobby If you don't rock with me hardly You're missing out on that party, sir This ain't a sweet tale, yeah This that "can't you use the men's today type day tale?" Crying every day tale 'Cause I don't like my waist tale Take a double take before you make me out a male My necklace match my grey Fleurs Left turn, right turn, left turn, but not backwards Carrying the weight of all this shit'll make your back burn I let some go that stuck around that should've dipped a while ago I gave to many chances, still I roll the dice, and write a verse Rollinem seven's, I'm always rolling them seven's You like that Stranger aggression? I'll show you hell and then heaven Ill show you what a year will get you to if you are sure of where your headed Muhfucka