Crime Poetry (Outro)

Oh, this what we doing?
 Aight, aight bet
 I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man
 I gotta get a little bocky on this one, y'heard?
 Uh
 Holy fucking 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
 Covered up in these tattoos because we can't remove the scars
 Turn myself into a boss
 A CEO, I'm who in charge
 In love with the game
 Cupid shot me through the heart
 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 sink in
 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 losing reception
 I am the plug
 My only connect is connect with the money
 Don't fuck with my money
 The choppa went up, now you jumping like bungee
 Was raised in the city
 Was raised in the country
 They pour up the Henny
 They poured up the muddy
 Cut the bitch off, had to get it 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
 And roll up a blunt while you rub me
 Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy
 When we get home better take off them clothes and no phones
 Put your hair in a scrunchy
 Freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets
 Got me singing like isn't she lovely?
 I hate on niggas bitchin'
 Listen, trigger finger itching, just call me a junkie
 This shit is deeper than rap, this is above me
 I am the monkey that's stuck in the
 middle of misunderstanding and judgement
 They think that they bringing me down
 But I'm up to something
 I'm here and I'm sticking around
 This is not up for discussion, nigga
 Gimme some head until you get a concussion
 To me it's just normal, to some it's disgusting
 Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she's fussing and cussing
 Like, assume the position, stop making assumptions
 Without the support I am nothing
 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 blushing
 I'ma just shit on them niggas that thought
 they were stopping my toilet from flushing