Vending Machine

Passages from the poet The masses think it's decoded I'm rhyming on beats, I'm flowing In my genes, I think I sowed em She telling me she a queen The streets be saying she hoeing Stanza killing the game Ain't spilling blood, you know I be pouring Don't wanna rock no ice cuz I feel like my heart cold enough I'm tryna break free, tired of living life in a rut We handle paper round here But ain't no niggas folding us Don't say I made it till you see Stanza up in a Lambo truck Catch me on the top on the hill With niggas popping pills Others that be stressing them bills Meanwhile they popping seals Me, I'm the type that's gon keep pouring until the cup refilled But pass the mic to me, I'm a show you niggas how I feel I'm a barrel of fun Been pushing bars so long I think my arms can carry a ton Mama thinks I'm wilding She thinks that the devil buried her son But I fell in love with the game I think that I married the one You can't tell me that I'm wrong I been the same nigga since a juvie So much so that when I changed People still acted like they knew me Never been a chicken, never been a 2 piece Always dreamt one day I'd start a group Then I'd be fucking groupies Make a movie Turn the lights and the camera on I'm making moves I'm in my prime just like I'm Amazon So I'm a need Diana Prince I mean, am I wrong Cuz Superman gon meet Wonder Woman when the pants is off I'm fucking lightning if I'm not the brightest She like the way I touch her That's probably why she named the baby Midas It's Prince Flybars or to you, Your Highness We flooding dope all in your ears until the FCC gon try indict us I sip slow, my lingo known to get hoes Get behind her and bend her over until she tip toes I open up to spit a verse: stop, drop and get low She touchdown on the dick, tryna get to Enzo She let me cum inside, told me "welcome to my temple" Can't turn down a pretty smile and some dimples Hopped on the dick and started riding to the tempo The way she ride the dick You would've thought she would've stripped poles