Actions Over Words: A Journey in Authenticity

While y’all was jotting captions,
I was plotting actions. To
who’s in fashion. They ain’t really that.
It’s more about who that faction.
Yeah. Me,
I cashed in the passion and left the casino.
Sometimes you can tell more by a person.
Silence. All that which he know.
That’s why I never trip when they leave me off the list.
They looked at me and seen a lot of risk.
Who won’t jump out the window for this?
I never really had a cosign
a OG. I did it all dolly undercover.
Till I found my Jolie. Where Smith found a missus.
So I’ve been counting paper,
not counting bitches. But I do it for the art, though.
And to watch the heart grow.
All they want is bread, and that’s my nutritious. Yeah.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
As rappers. Bunch of words,
and none of them realistic. As rappers made
just sick. And you the symptom.
Ass rappers.
Me? I’m making no apologies.
I call it how I see it. They