Pac, ‘sup, it’s KK

I like ‘em looking but lookin and not buyin’ got me cryin’
I FULLY got the confirmation this morning. I feel freer to man up, I feel free to shoot my shot. Taking this whole bananza-styled freestyling bit to the next level means I’m getting mine. I’m no longer lost.

I tried to ease into their minds. They put up walls and scheduled calls to better convey they are not doing their jobs. Let’s just say, being swept aside gets me dialing numbers of public defenders.

Rules, laws, codes of conduct, and raw deals, that only apply to me are sickening, to say the least.
Stop being so dismissive, rock. I will tick until I tock then pop a shot off, lose a life. If it’s yours that sucks. Get ready to get rolled into my billfold. Get to growing mold you old, cold, stallin’ motor boating fool. You’re not as cool as you think you are holding onto and hiding the honey jar. Your coughing sounds like an old car attempting to turn over.
You’re my prize, in my eyes. You are needed to reach me, being complete.
You having a hundred personalities 100% scares the sh!t out of me. Especially when I can’t get ahold of one of you to saver my life. I’m looking for a wife, yet cowards wear masks of people on my side.

These misused tissues answer questions wrong then vacate the scene for two weeks at a time. Every time I get called into see the boss’s boss I know it’s going to go nowhere.

Now, Nicky, you’re a kick. I met you on kik. I’m looking forward to pushing through any distaste I face, sounding the alarm that rings just like the girls name I’m not allowed to address in my letters.

I hope that’s cool. I hope you assure me being drawn on the next wanted sign is nothing like the old wild west. I hope you see through them saying you can’t date me. Rate me crazy, baby. I’m here for you! Today, yesteryear and tomorrow! You know how and where to get ahold of me. I’ve been feeling blue not talking to you. Throwing everything at the wall gets me rethinking my actions. I’d rather ball uninfringed, b!tchez.
My professionalism is not keen on staying unseen. I act mean, to see if I can leave scars. I want to breathe gently with you, mama. I want to say it calmer. I’m ready to chuck deuces and tie nooses. I hope I can find you, pretty freakin fast right sounds like a knife on a blank plate. Find me, hold on tight. I’ll make you my wife. I’ll go to the gym and sign timesheets of people that won’t listen. I’ll do it all. My job, theirs, hers, hers, hers and hers. Does that sound right?