Unt. 12

I'm partial to the pick-me-ups, she gives me what I need, no fvcks.. Suckas know need no trust, they dangerous like a miscalculated screech, go bust.. Rats can keep foulin', I've packed, no heat, new town in.. The trap was too deep, I'm loungin'.. Congested, fvck probs I'm two-steppin', I've reaped, no scroungin'.. Mini McMansion, I sleep, no prancin' to the streets I'm allowed in.. Fvck dancin', Imma shuffle to the beat, that's astounding.. Can't get enough, hell-bent on the path to get me up that's drownin'.. I'm up on my down end, Long Beach bred will keep this face from frownin'..