Rich YR - How I

A kiss cold dead, like a cadaver didn't matter
Out in public looking dapper, characteristics of a bastard
Tell me if it's common ridicule to overcome the latter
Creatively insane, young mad hatter
To my women in the mar of aspiration
Wishing a man would save em'
Like if satan's in the basement, from
Y.R. wit love to her replacement, stating
Our situation's susceptible to confrontation; wait
Me, myself & I, we worked too hard to be uncertain
I've been flirtin' with perfection so what's next is gone be perfect
My timing is impeccably, based upon trajectory
You'll never have to question if you'll always get the best from me
Not get the best of me, listen to the lesson see
If I could share the recipe I'd change the world successfully
Fuck em' mentally, graded me exemplary
The greatest of the century, the secret's complimentary

Ye, & it's that's just how I fuck the world...

Written by:
ANDREW STEVEN ESQUIVEL, RICHARD B HERRERA

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