Lawn Decor

Wanted to write a rap before bed, could've used a nap before

Except I had a yappin' sore head, annoys in lapse or poor 'ment,

'Cause I cause judges to snap in court when, their basketball rims

And the voices nudge me scraps of force fed slappers, wrapped in course lead,

And chapters tore from an aptly stored retroactive source of happenings that happen to match a foreign threat,

And it can map a corpse bled. A husk of fuss, your bars are vapid and more spent,

Than my Cashapp in stores, even after ignorin' rent, but happy for havin' a warm bed,

But it's actually for when my bladder poured wet, but anyway

I wouldn't wanna sleep on the sidewalk, (huh)

Heard you might dream it all night long, well

Drive-bys kinda remind me of the goals that ya did;

When it's a wide lineup of admirers adorin' ya shit,

They aspire to grind the same level of a glorious pen,

But do it outta prideful envy in disposal of men,

Sacrificial lambs, that means you goat in the end,

So the trajectory you inevitably were going to get,

Went unsuccessfully when everything got stole in a jif,

*So why do drive-bys kinda remind me of the goals that ya did?*

Your headway, momentum they're shootin' towards if ya slip,

But that's just something maybe down the road they can hit.