Word to the max
Can’t touch this
Illusion of a person, yo
You don’t know me
Or my parents’ money
Can’t touch my grills son
That shine brighter than my soul
Spin faster than my mind–
What is this shallow creature?
I am here and you are not
You can’t label me
With anything other
Than what I’m trying to be–
I’m not, but if I try hard enough
You’ll think I am
You be trippin’
If you can’t accept
The things I’m not
But my bling covers it
Pretty well don’t you think?
Ain’t nothing more intense than me
Except for everything and everyone
That isn’t crying out
Like me.