Aight Look,Quick Keystyle type ish right here

She like a beatiful sunray maybe some day
i can stop the gun play an watch my son play
at the epic of this shit she was eyeballin me
told her to hit me up...but she aint try callin me
she like sugar an spice sweet flavor so i axed for a favor
like ima slave-her she blew me off said see you later
big change thinkin big things flipped up with tha big range
now im in capital gold digger range i can see tha dollar sign spot
gave a cold shoulder drop before i got out she said "Stop
now she wanna get to know me i told i flow an write poetry
got her on tha line money is time but -i-know-she-
wanna come home wit me tryna play me for my pockets
now ima street dude so i aint gon knock it
you cant hustle a hustler baby girl tripped up busted a busta
exposed her true epidemic but i been playin her i never trusted her
this superior female figure i cracked her criteria
but what she lacked was tha fact id die nearin her
like a epilouge im readin this girl like tha back of book
took her for a crook thought she had me with one look

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At the end of the story this happens all tha time
thought id clear tha shit up witta couple of lines