added to the poem

here’s a little poem i wrote

Call me Mr. Brella how I weather the storm F40, 3 milly
I peel off like an orange
I got deaf and blind bitches trying to see what it do
Little feature, homies threaten to sue me?
Tell your lawyer to set the fee
LaFerrari doors open up like its therapy
That number ain't bread to me
That million is crumbs
You fellas is bums
I'm not a tough guy
I'm a Flower Boy, them bees get you stung
Oh, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, they will buzz for me
You tricky stinkers puzzle me
I could never buy a bitch a Birkin cause she f**king me
I got homes I ain't sleep in, the options
My trigger Push keep dirty white moving like mosh pits
They watching
I'm like white bitches the way I pop shit
I need God to play the lead in my biopic
The curse of the zeros
When you become the Devil or the tap dancing fellow
I came to terms that I'ma probably outgrow my heroes
Come get with me

okay tyler

nuh

add
my weenor is big
and i put it in a pig

I CANT BRTEHA 😭😭😭😭

wait im writing a poem with that rn

1 single drop fell from my right eye lmao

one single white drop rolled down my leg

Sorry it was because my head was between your thighs

when is it not :3

this poem is so fure 🔥🔥🔥🔥

thanks gng

Ts is cool

thank uuu <3

Yw

but damn ts sad af

its just about how i feel

FINALLY

There's no way I can't get it working
Unless I put that aside
There's a void thats warping
My thoughs inside the outside

Wait you cooked

thanks gng