I’m 6-2 go 2-20 and a half,
I eat caviar for lunch, drink Champaign in bubble baths
Truth is I'm only 5-8
I had a number 5 for lunch, super sized milk shake
Please don't hate.
I mean I got so many haters
Cause I got so many hoes, I'm an O-G, Playa
Ok ok ok I got a couple of niggaz that don't like me
I got caught cheating on my girl, I call & apologize nightly
Funny thing is most of you niggaz just like me
Don't know the difference between your perception & reality
On Facebook, twitter, instagram
you the man
moving bricks & grams
Really u got 4 kids, owe child support, rimmed up a Honda van
Same thing that's internal
is external
I mean the way you see me
is not the way I really be
I look like I sell dope, maybe cause I really did that
So my exterior grabs women I superficially attract
When I say that I'm a poet baby thinking that I rap
When I tell her I got work, she thinking a nigga in the trap
When I ask do you read? She gets offend then shouts back
Do I look like I read? what kind of nigga asks me that?
Heh, a nigga that cares mo bout your goals than if your ass is
fat
I perceive that u ain't shit, but I stay talking to her in fact
Reality is I got an attraction to light skinned hood rats
Reality is In 3 weeks I'll be just another nigga in her past
What she sees me to be, that I'm not
But she falls in love
I can never love her, all we do is smoke and fuck
And that Cool for young, but not this one
Her perception says I'm a puddle when I'm the o-cean
See this debacle all falls on me
Perception is, I'm doing all I can to find Ms right
Reality is, I'm wasting all my time fucking Ms wrong
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