BLOW HENDRY

Love.

When it's too late for you to dip, you gotta stay, see a newer day, a different script.

Andale, get your shoes laced before you trip. It's a lot of A's, a lot of moves swangin' in the crib.

A lot of play, a lot of dudes came and never stick. What's the hardest ways?

A lot of loot came into the grid. I ponder days and jot new pages to the script.

I was not a age, was not a school day I didn't skip.

My heart in pain, was hard to do the praying in the wind. I'm sorry, bae, it's hard to move when you made a brick.

From garden raised, my garden full of players that tried to pitch.

And garden snakes hardly move, but they still hiss. The darker days not as gloomy, but they still exist.

Tomorrow the same, it's made you moody, made you fake as shit.

I was caught up banking on some newer things for me to get.

Guess we all the same, but how I grew up crazy as a bitch. I call for grace, pulling out the phase of the pit.

And my daughter sang 'cause niggas wasn't raising us as kids.

Lot of walk of shame, niggas ran away from inner business.

All the pain, the proof is in the paint up in the -rear. -Love.

Ayo, Chadon wear Celine, broke niggas can't stand me.

Rick to the knees, blowing kisses at Michelle'lin. Vanity Fair, beware.

Whenever we was bored on the block, we made the fiends play truth or dare.

But then Danny hit the new batch back to back. Let's just say that nigga never coming back.

It earthquake your soul when a nigga that you loved a rat. I spit on his kids, now where the fuck he at?

Where the fuck he at? I seen a nigga sniff so much, he lost fifty pounds.

All you see was cheekbones when he smile. My Cartier retro, I'm gargling XO.

When you in the streets too long, it's hard to let go.

I take off my chains and walk around for two days like my neck broke.

My vision better, my beats better, my outlook on life better. I smell better, my kids dress better. Whose neck wetter?

Superfly guy. Love.

Love.

Uh, could you look in the camera and ask my news director, uh, if he'll give me a -raise? -You know something, Stiff Steve?

I heard about what a cheapskate you are, man, and you keep all that money in your back pocket.

So me and my main man, Maniac Mike here, we've decided if you don't double his income, double his vacation, and give his family all the Christmas presents they want next year, we're gonna body slam you right in the center of downtown Buffalo, dude.

So what's it gonna do, Stiff Steve, when Hulk Hogan and Maniac Mike body slam -you? -Thanks, Hulk. We love him.

We all love -him. Thank you. -New method for getting a raise, folks