im headed to chacho’s with hot hoes from montrose smokin that cilantro chewin on a taco lookin muy guapo stuntin in my mustard colored pancho im the head hancho, got liquor on my tonsils weed coming through my nostrils stoned like a fossil walking into the museum with a bottle on a daily basis, i am raiding spaces that belong to racists making funny faces in places i have no place in
relationships often go sour for a few silly reasons, and insecurities can be found at the root of them all. if your past or your partner’s past is keeping y’all from moving forward, let that shit go. it’s toxic. hung up on your ugly looks? you’re not the only one. and you’re probably not as bad off as you think. flush those feelings before that negative energy overpowers your will to love or like someone new.
don’t burden a new love with petty insecurities. they want you for you. dig deep into the things that make you feel good, confident, happy, alive, etc. let that shine and you’ll attract damn near all your wants and needs. maybe even a hot date.
me and the homie trpl blk (bruiser brigade) explore a couple bad breakups on this new slow jam “insecure” produced by drull. peep akhil sesh crooning on the chorus. video coming soon.
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I did everything I could for this bitch Moved her in and bought a lot of Prada shit Fendi, Gucci, Louis, yeah this girl was super bougie Now a nigga ‘bout to abandon the ship Now wait a bit, let me tell you how it all began I didn’t wanna be her man I’d rather be her nigga but she didn’t understand She took my hand, I took a chance At last, thought I was past tryna grab the fattest ass She hate mayo, I hate it too It was beautiful when I cut it like a cuticle Then shit got looney She was behaving like a Wes Craven movie I don’t know what to do, she got nowhere to go Yeah, we live in a room, I wouldn’t call it a home She be going through my phone I be checking her’s too All we do is fuck and fight, condom wrappers ‘round the room It’s toxic, but her name ain’t Britney, bitch She 26 with an attitude like Eartha Kitt I’m sick of fighting this feeling, fuck it, I’m leaving Hope I’m never seeing you again Pack it, put it in the van I didn’t wait a second, man, I started stepping out She ran up on me saying, “baby, what is this about?” I put my hand on the small of her back and laughed Hopped in the back and her sister hit the gas
wow some of my finest spittin on this one right here
Brooklyn is where my niggas call home The bitches thicker than Snickers Elixers got me throwed I’m on the Ave sippin Jack Out the styrofoam If the laws pass I’ma dash and get gone Got grown, left home for NY Took a red eye and I ended up in Bed-Stuy Slept on a few floors, did a few chores Now I do more, never bored Let me clarify I Rap-A-Lot for the Bills in Bushwick And I do smoke kush in Flatbush At the top of my class, I sit And I never been afraid of a textbook Let’s look at a nigga straight from the Tré Southside of the H, my birthplace Just like King’s County, we done lost some greats R.I.P. [Fat] Pat and MCA I’m on the MTA (public) Rolling a J (fuck it) I rode on the J Then rode on the A They say the Dutch Settled this hoe in 1634 In 1898, it got annexed And it meshed in with New York No joke, it ain’t for a slowpoke If you’re feeling rigor mortis Moving like a tortoise Better get up on a toilet And make your shit float Slide like a sailboat on Crisco Like the Count of Monte Cristo I’m feeling free, finna let my money tree grow And I sho ain’t tryna see no C.O. When I’m in BK don’t tell my P.O. I’m a Wild boy, but I ain’t no Thornberry Hit the bodega for 4 [Garcia y] Vega’s And a berry juice, party on the roof I invite you, you, you, and her too What it do