Crime Poetry (Outro) - Young M.A

Oh, this what we doin'?

Aight, alright, bet

I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man

I gotta get a little bocky on this one, ya heard?

Uh

Holy fuckin' moly, I’m a superstar

I drive super cars

I fuck the smartest women, I fuck stupid broads

They know who I is, they know who I are

Fill this cup up like a battery and now I’m supercharged

Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket, I see super stars

Moon and Mars

Put a message on a bullet, now they know who my shooters are (Grr)

Covered up in these tattoos because we can’t remove the scars

Turn myself into a boss, a CEO, I’m who in charge, uh

In love with the game, Cupid shot me through the heart, huh

Had to break up with fame because it broke my mood apart

Man, I chase them checks so much I nearly tore my shoes apart

I’m not a rapper, I’m an artist, bitch, do not confuse the art, no

Just let that sink in

I’ma let that, I’ma let that sink in

Uh, uh, uh

Who do I trust?

Me, that’s who, I do what I must

I do what I love

You do what you lust, I don’t do it for luck

I do it for bucks

I do it for blessings, turn my L into lessons

This is a message

I don’t hear you haters, must be losin' reception

I am the plug (Woo)

My only connect is connect with the money

Don’t fuck with my money (Woo)

The chopper will dump, now you jumpin' like bungee

Was raised in the city, was raised in the country

They pour up the Henny, they pour up the muddy

Cut the bitch off, had to get in some cutty

The prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly

I got a blue heart but I throw up the Bloody

The money, the blue, that’s word to Kentucky

Don’t care about shit

The liquor, it numb me

You hate me, you hate me, you love me, you love me

They leave when it rain, they come when it sunny

The Grinch in my pocket, that’s why they so grumpy

She said that I’m cute, but cute is for puppies

Bitch, I’m a dog

Just feed me and fuck me, uh

And roll up a blunt while you rub me

Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy (Food in my tummy)

When we get home, better take off them clothes and no phones, put your hair in

a scrunchy (Hair in a scrunchy)

Freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets, got me singin', like, «Isn't she lovely?»

I hate on niggas bitchin', listen, trigger finger itchn', just call me a junkie

Woo, uh, uh, uh

This shit is deeper than rap

This is above me

I am the monkey that’s stuck in the middle of misunderstandin' and judgment

They think that they bringin' me down (No)

But I’m up to somethin' (I'm up to somethin')

I’m here and I’m stickin' around (Huh)

This is not up for discussion, nigga, huh?

Gimme some head until you get a concussion, yeah

To me, it’s just normal, to some, it’s disgustin', yeah

Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she’s fussin' and cussin', uh

Like, assume the position, stop makin' assumptions

Without the support, I am nothin'

Shout out my producer, I can’t forget the production

I broke a few hearts, had to do some construction

I swear it’s so hard to ignore that seduction

Red dot on the Glock, look like she blushin'

I’ma just shit on them niggas that thought they were stoppin' my toilet from

flushin'