My lil song

This my lil song that I sing along when I need the strength to make it through the storm They only fucking witcha when you useful to em, when you useless gotta get it going Everybody wanna make it rain then they run for cover when it pours F*ck a Rollie on my wrist imma keep em guessing bout the time that I'm on Pen and a pan with a blick in the back, bitch I keep my weapon drawn Bitch imma bring me my heat to the city get jiggy like my last name LeBron Better say what you mean and mean what you say I'm talking bout different James Cuz my word is Bond, I'm moving in silence I follow the code like Quran These lyrics I write are my Holy Texture Lock myself in my laboratory Master my craft and penmanship Switching my lane like ya boy was Torey Ion gang bang but I'm stakin homie I want my cheese like my macaroni Funny they think I got static wit em Fake beefing niggas just want baloney F*ck is you talking bout We can not talk cuz you talking loud Karma a bitch she go round and round You reap what you sow you a target now I ain't a puppet no Voodoo Got my own groove like cuz cuz They love the way I maneuver I'm a handy man with some loose screws This my lil song that I sing along when I need the strength to make it through the storm They only fucking witcha when you useful to em, when you useless gotta get it going Everybody wanna make it rain then they run for cover when it pours F*ck a Rollie on my wrist imma keep em guessing bout the time that I'm on Pen and a Pad with some off brands Cuz ion need no label Never trust a man with yo dream cuz one day he gon' claim that he made you Like a horse out the barn I'm unstable Spanish accent, lemme chair what I bring to the table Real truth for the youth when I step in the booth this shit no gimmick, no fable Oh how the tables turn yeen really thuggin on the block Buddy was shaky wit it you should've seen him do the Diddy Bop Baby I'm chasing that green cream so you know I'm really bout that guac Yeah he tried to shoot his shot, shot himself ended up like Cheddar Bob I'm not in the mood for bullshit You preaching to the choir lower yourself from the pulpit If you gon' speak say it with your chest your more hesitant than a full clip Samuel Jackson I can tell they acting I can spot a snake out in plain sight Lil crazy so I play this song for myself mmm in the late night This my lil song that I sing along when I need the strength to make it through the storm They only fucking witcha when you useful to em, when you useless gotta get it going Everybody wanna make it rain then they run for cover when it pours F*ck a Rollie on my wrist imma keep em guessing bout the time that I'm on Everybody wanna make it rain Then they run for cover when it pours F*ck a Rollie on my wrist imma keep em guessing bout the time that I'm on