Frontin’ Bcus I Miss U

Of course I’ve fucked pornstars—
made ‘em moan my name.
Of course I order the steak and lamb—
I don’t bother ‘bout the rate.
You can’t afford to spend it?
Then you’s a fucking lame.
You don’t know me,
You don’t know my real name.
It’s been a couple years,
and he still whispers in my ear,
Arús.
Like I am in the open mic stage
reading poems about how hard he came.

These days, these hoes, all be acting the same…
”Lemme fuck?”
Is always their first DM.
Bitch, Imma fuck you and your homie,
and then forget you the next day.
(Who’s you again?)

I ain’t mad,
I ain’t sad,
Bitch, I’m glad.
I can rhyme,
Imma vibe,
and Imma fuck ya man.
Wrote this shit:
cus’ I’m bored,
cus I’m smart,
and cus I can. (Ha,Ha,Ha…)

The truth is—
I miss you bad
and it drives me mad
to write these lines
and to have to brag
hoping it will bring you back
I’m trynna be ya man
I’m trynna be ya man
please, let me be ya man.

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