At the Ready / Haikus and Sonnets

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ML Jorgensen

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You were the shit in high school, you a bum now
All them jokes hit different when I come ‘round
Lotta dudes wanted to rap, they all done now
Im still here workin’ way past sundown
Oh shit , ML back, rep the set, status check, sorta peckish
I need all ya food, continental breakfast,
My continental 80s pressed on ya neck bitch
Dudes pressed, shit, f*ck ‘em and their whole click
All jokers when they pull yo card, Man U fold quick
Every bar connect, check the reception
Brr, brr, bruh I’m back on my old shit that cold shit
She’ll pop it for a real one
They gassed you up, Im charged up, call me Elon
Been the illest in my ends for a minute
It’s the gang ’til I’m finished, yeah the gangs out to get it
Double shifts
Phone is off for the internships
Do not disturb if you can not afford
I believe it when I see it, paper always legit
Yeah I see money, moolah, cheddar, guap and fetti
Gwalah, bread and skrilla at the ready
Money, moolah, cheddar, guap and fetti
Gwalah, bread and skrilla at the ready
You couldn’t carry this chip on my shoulder
If you trip then it’s over, I get lit, I’m a beast
I’m the shit, I got smoke for anybody
Homie try to talk fly shit and wings getting clipped
Homie over on my side lotta kids having kids, lotta pipes, less cigs
Had to dip, need a check for a mill, get the flick of the wrist, in motion
Get the flick of the wrist like a Queen, like you voguing, get it quick
Got a pint, got a cig, got an issue with yo bum ass flows
But now I’m lit and there’s a lot of those
Greasy talk is all gravy long as you got the sauce
You out here gettin extorted, and swear that you the boss, yeah yeah
She’ll pop it for a real one
They gassed you up, Im charged up, call me Elon
Been the illest in my ends for a minute
It’s the gang ’til I’m finished, yeah the gangs out to get it
Double shifts
Phone is off for the internships
Do not disturb if you can not afford
I believe it when I see it, paper always legit
Yeah I see money, moolah, cheddar, guap and fetti
Gwalah, bread and skrilla at the ready
Money, moolah, cheddar, guap and fetti
Gwalah, bread and skrilla at the ready
Me and Fersk plotted in oslo apartments
Watchin’ Arif blow up, I made a promise corner the market
Seen artists come and go with the ra-ra, most of em harmless
Bar so low, I had to drop a few on it, I got the blueprint, f*ck with me tho
Y'all broke, but instastory in Raddisons by parents house
Swear you want smoke, but just second-hand the clouds
I really do this, you half-ass until they phase you out
Then swear it's just a phase, bro you smaller once all the air is out
Gon’ make me air you out, they fans until you blow it
I’m conditioned for the heat you try to bring, the window open
For all of that, never no splits, man I’m out for all the racks
Yo bum ass wrote her haikus and sonnets and she ain’t call you back
She’d rather pop it for a real one
F*ck a follow if the bank’s at a million
I been the illest in my ends for a minute
It’s the gang till I’m finished, yeah the gang’s out to get it

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