Gucci Anthology 3

written July 27, 2016 4:14 pm

Acting like you got universal mind control

How many times I gotta tell you
I took control long ago
Of my only earth treasure
My soul
My essence
You stressing
Shredding my spirit like string cheese

But Tupac Shakur told Jade Shakur
Back in '93 til Infinity
Keep Ya Head Up
If you fall stand tall and come back for more

It's 2016
Two decades ago
Time to settle the score
Our general our king taken away
This day
In '96 year of crazy platinum hits
Needed all them albums to carry on Pac's legacy
Because of you hip hop will never die
Military minds we all representing
In scullies scuffed Timberlands and Carhartt too
Like Dre back in '92

Then the Wu Tang said can I get a suuuuuuuuu
I'm Dominican not a Butter Pecan Rican
Hijack ya ice cream truck
Negotiating
This bitch live got you fucked
Over like a fucking herb
My titties soaked
Fire hydrant turnt up
Blasting wet tees
Hood life the best life
Wouldn't ever trade in my existence b
Make you carry my crates like I'm Humpty B
Wrap up my waves
My flows all fly like ten foot waves
Into the big blue
I said can I get a
Suuuuuuuuuu

8:12 pm

You soft like Pillsbury buns fresh out the oven
My style hot
I'm poppin mad fresh
37 lookin like I'm 17
Not even a Maybelline Queen
So Fresh So Clean
Like I'm 17 since the 2G
And I'm feeling myself

Flip my hair breakin necks
Mad slim no Kim
Body all natural
Used to go against who I was
Hide myself in a closed space
Nowadays I'll get in your face
If you catch it
Lean in for it
Listen close
My catch phrase
Fuck you lookin at
You got Resting Bitch Face?
Mind ya own BI
Can't you see I'm

Trying to live my life
Mind your own life
Them fucked up brows
Crusty finger waves
Mad space between your eyes on your face
Enough space to say
Insert third eye here
So you could see me crystal clear and know I'm nothin to fuck wit
Matter fact
go ahead
Snap a pic take notes
Basic bitches
All think they famous bitches
You still wearing clothes with writing on the ass and is that a fresh tramp stamp
Yo wtf
I'm tired of bitches hawkin
They need to get they wash poppin

Even though I'm slow like a slug
My mind will never be stagnant
Always expanding.

J.S.