Things I Know

I know I'm the illest individual anybody would ever meet
Still women ignore me when I'm traveling the street
Talking about events some people's intelligence would never reach
Still women give me the eye like I'm crazy in my speech
I know I'm smarter than most people perceive
Sure I curse, fight and slur but I never preach
I know that I would never leech, take your money
See, I'm the type of man that couldn't bare to steal the honey
I know I write better than her, but its looked over because it's ill-written
Hers just play to mine, hers just repeat my lines
Hers just use my mind, and sometimes my slang and prose
Where did her style go?
I know my style is laced with some wicked words
I know my mind is blurred with visions of women with the sickest furs
Laced with an expensive purse
Knowing I couldn't ever lace one with a ring suited to their ring fingerrrrrrr

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