I Aint Cried Yet

Ayo, I swang hoopties
Nose running I’m tooted up
I cop loosies
Ahkie give em up for two a buck
I hock loogies
Take shots of ‘gac to loosen up
You’re chop suey
Don’t stir, I’ll fry your noodle up
I make the story sound good like crisis actors
Put pen to page and write a passage, as a rite of passage
I came from out the shadows like Sting, in the rafters
Try sleeping to the sounds of gunfire and drunken laughter
I felt worthless, butt naked and hopeless
My urges, impulses, obsessive compulsive
Nose drip, gold tipped, Durags, my old shit
I’m with the action
Get it crackin', like a glow stick
My mom said I walked at 9 months and I ain’t tired yet
So why would niggas try F?
Your guess is good as my guess
But I digress, I finesse the Pyrex
She said I’d kick myself when she gone
I ain’t cried yet
I ain’t cried yet
When she all drama
I don’t even get pissed no more
I blow scama
Too high to even kiss a whore
I rope collars
If you wanna hang, I’ll lift you more
Feet kicking, frantic, inches off the floor
As kids we got lead poisoned, by the paint chips
Low top Adidas I rock 'em, to floss the anklet
Lay paint with, a canvas of drums
And a wave synth
Open up ya mind like a flower and pluck ya brainstem
I’d sell out in a heartbeat, if the industry liked me
To sell ticks (Celtics) the whole point God (point guard), word to Kyrie
At my least I stay with a band, like a timepiece
The first of a new wave, and the last of a dying breed