I want a gangsta bitch, like ride with me til’ I die ‘ish, yo
Like total emotionally vulnerability, like real a healthy dynamic
Low-key glances and inside jokes, one glance and you’ll drop a
Double gauge humour on the play, rolling around the floor like ev-ery-day
Corny love poems cross compton, like when I get goin’ there’s just no stoppin’
When I look at my ‘itch I just wanna embrace her and shit, yo, like hold her like a real gangsta does and shit
yeah you know how it be, like really hold space in a h-eal-thy w-ay, like motherfucker e-very-day
peace homie,
love x rap.
changing self 