R.40

Thanks for blessing me with these letters, each one of these go better, what with one for which ever. Got that dot, comma, clever, that heavy handed lever, when shit drops, call it quake setter. Symbolic sound waves get better, weather gets wetter. Gassin' up and down the 'Ssippi, connectin the toll if you with me. Taxin' season is sold, in world so hopeless and cold. Dot dot dot.

R.39

Bringing that heatwave, but still cool as fvck breezin through like an ocean front rush. What it do, purple kush and blunts, just to, bring it down from a white girls crush. She ain't white but she light skinned right, a beautiful muse gets me going all night. Chasin the blues where the struggle is a fuse, visions of success are only won by a few. Decisions like chess are often different hues, when winning is a bet, you ain't got nothin to lose.

R.37

God must have sculpted a goddess, honestly, a cult following odyssey. Mort prodigy killin everything on site, portrait policy. Snap lord precise, trapperology. Wreckin crew of vice, no apologies. In the city of lights, flickers and quick flix, misfits paradise is a lease on life, apparently. Every right to seize the dice and roll on, no need to be extra where you land, you know, an ode to the swan, so dearly. Draped up in ₩on, prosperity go long, photo shots so calm, her look books a con, robbery in progress, this hearts straight gone. Nothin new, just swooning you, straight fawn.

R.36

She's winter chill, cool breeze real, head above the clouds where the cool beans spill. Arms interlocked, heavy passion sets the stills, bombshell on the block, steady fashion, drippin, trill. She lays waste to the fads, stay laced to dress and kill. Slays in grace, the right kind of bad, armor clad in the way she wills. Forever beamin.

R.35

It's death before dishonor, don't fvck with my commas. Hit you with that K-Drama call it K-Pop art live action trauma. Have you leanin to Dalai Lama, before random spits from the llama. So quick wit it, the karma, pop you like pills, send you to greet big pharma. Dream mobbin supreme, every step I get, the cream doctrine, so it seems, always reigns legit. Hit team, lick is hit, slipstream with my whip, flippin zip after zip. Zone after zones, half a kilo get it got it gone. And I'm on.

R.34

She raises your spirits like the Aurora sky waves, boxed in Pandora heart locked unfazed. Pulsating time clock tocks all praise. Forward fashion frequency, mesmerizing amaze. Contours, physique on fleek, fortune flaves. Yoga flame chic, surfin Aladdins sheets, soul bae. Endorphins got me like weak, yay yay. Bump, cries, sleep the emoji way. Nay.

R.32

Visual beam bless, portrayals of a young queen yes, I must confess, guilty pleasures sorta like cunilingus, stimulants what with how you dress. Wet work visionaire, metaphysical breed that's rare. One in a wonder, lost, reppin that under, sauce. Be bout it bout it with the clout, never hesitant bout the floss. Neon purple dank locks, swervin ocean current posh, winter sultry sinister culture shock, american made foreign throb. Ransacked heart, thank God, for yellow dreams in a bod. Manifested clearly she dearly robs.