Sativa - Just.Rhyming.Verbs

Writing down these raps on a piece of paper
Put it together gotta use a stapler
Fuck that it's digital
Put it together it's all original
Not takin the words from people
But the people take words from me like i was a steeple
They bow down
See who standing in front of them they look like a clown
To help feel my wrath
To find the right path
Like a first period class math
teacher
First class preacher
Acting like god fathers
Hiding in the dark like monsters
Yes
Paying to park cause we in the suburbs
Feeling so down won't be at the concert
Ima stay home and open the books to proverbs
Read his words
Evaluate his lesson
But i ain't no saint
I'm reading his words using his fate with a Smith and Wesson
No time for guessing
Next in the rap game no fussing
Woke up next to a bitch she alr fussing
OMG
Not meaning to write this rap bout the one and only
But i woke up feeling holy
Stop actin like you know me
Shits gets so irritating cause i'm still lonely
Boys tryna hoe me
Fuck friends they so phony
I'm sitting in my bed over thinking
So fucked up i forget so start blinking
So fucked up i started even drinking
So fucked up i'm flying and im sinking
Put in my earbuds, lay down and
Get off instagram and read a novel
I can't find an answer i'm stuck in a pothole
I'm not for college
I ain't no scholar
Didn't take no honors
But shit i can quote any line from the book of proverbs
Don't play with me
They watchers
Try and multiply but me im a solver
Do anything for your soul they robbers
They like to plot on me yeah they plotters
Hit em with my choppers
Do anything for clout they copy me they mockers
Nothing to special just rhyming verbs
Nothing to special just rhyming verbs

Written by:
Sativa Sullivan

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