Poet’s Bloody Shoes

Lil Poet you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive
These is Red Bottoms
These is Bloody Shoes
Try to stand in my footprints
If you dare to  
And I’m quick to clip a poet’s flow
SO, DON’T GET COMFORTABLE!
Look, I ain’t censored  now I make artist moves
Say, I ain’t censored now, I make artist moves
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means don’t fuck you
I’m an artist, you a fraud poet
I make bloody moves  
 
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Hannah D.
You know where I’m at, you know where I be
You in the club just to try to spit
I’m there, I get paid to speak
I done wrecked so many mics
These promoters are sick n tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped a viral blog in 6 months
What poet workin’ as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these poets
Don’t let these poets bother me
They see me spit, they say, “Goals.”
Shit, I’m who they tryna be
 
Look, I might just chill and sun bathe
I might just spit wit yo boo
I might just drop one like Jay
My flow feel like a lake
He wanna jump on this take
I’m like okay
I’ll let him collab all he want
He wanna get on his flaunt
And hit the mic
After I smoke it of course
Did it with no remorse
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag, bought a corner street
Hope ya’ll know this house ain’t cheap
And I pay my own damn bills
I aint got no time to chill
Think these poets be mad at me
When all I do is keep it real

Lil Poet you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive
These is Red Bottoms
These is Bloody Shoes
Try to stand in my footprints
If you dare to  
And I’m quick to clip a poet’s flow
SO, DON’T GET COMFORTABLE!
Look, I ain’t censored  now I make artist moves
Say, I ain’t censored now, I make artist moves
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means don’t fuck you
I’m an artist, you a fraud poet
I make bloody moves  
 
If you a pussy poet you get popped
You a groupie, please just stop  
Don’t you come around my way
You can’t spit up on my block
And I just checked on my name 
Turns out I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
Sewed up the game so tight my nickname is stich, I’m stich, I’m stich
I say, I hit the mic and go
My flow is hot like a stove
My words glitter and glow
Tell that poet to play her role
I just a-rove to the show
I just came up in the space
I need to stake my claim
No, I need to spit some disgrace
I need to let all these poets know
That none of their rhymes are safe
I spit to annihilate
Only the real can relate
I used to spit in the P’s
Now I spit on a sold-out stage
Every time I come I dominate
I need to let these poets know, just in case these poets forgot
If you attempt to come at me it should be an afterthought  

Lil Poet you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive
These is Red Bottoms
These is Bloody Shoes
Try to stand in my footprints
If you dare to  
And I’m quick to clip a poet’s flow
SO, DON’T GET COMFORTABLE!
Look, I ain’t censored  now I make artist moves
Say, I ain’t censored now, I make artist moves
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means don’t fuck you
I’m an artist, you a fraud poet
I make bloody moves  

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