she said "i like you cuz you rap"

Money on the edge of my mind, next to the reckoning
Pussy and some head on the side, that's just for breakfast then
Whipping it down I-95, sipping some medicine
Diamonds on my face and I'm high, ain't got no stress him
Shit I been focused on hopelessness and the whoadies
Floating through potent oceans downing uppers with a 40, all with the Brodies
Fuck it they all who know me
Spit at em adam, you're stacking racks now that's what they told me
Piss poor and lacking rapping no capping, they showed me
Jack-shit-camera-work-my dick-blisters-could burst
The bubble of your favorite directors movies and Tony's
Bitch you're bologna
Eat you up
Like a cold cut
Or ravioli, 81 tabs on my tongue, like Im Kobe
Steak and bugs in my lunch, cuz the drugs have got me
Coyote, wilding, said fuck the holy
Ghosting , I had enough, talents too tough
My table sides hash and moody
Back to doing cash pursuing
Stash is moving, crack and beauty
Average wack expired trash has got me high like stacks of Lucy
Hash and lacing batches I jet to to space and back i gasp and loose me
Basic rats love racks and movies
Space ship life is trash and Coogi
She said "I like you cuz you rap"
I said you like cuz me you're trash