*leaving ATL*

KNOCK KNOCK its that boi bak on tha block standin n tha rain in louis v soxs wit a juicy umbrella n my rite hand as the left blazes blunts non-stop and wat yall dnt realize ima b hot wether im on top or not... so many try to erase my place but too many got luv, for this cute baby face and as im gettin old i c tha world gon hate but dont shit matta but whats n tha safe... see its real out here so ima hustle hard whether wearing a tie, or on the block spitn bars wont stop til my name is attached to the stars no standin n lines, walkin straight thru the door it aint cockiness, its wayyy much more like opening house doors to shiny marble floors vera wang sofas curtains n such by christian dior call me what ya want but i prefer "the money whore" make luv to my money, so i dont need yours see im tha nu reason sex toys r nolnger in stores im on sumthin different yall regular katz, aint nothin but a borezzz and no matta how you had it you neva had it like this before.... im tha hottest one on tha market yall wack shoot shoot bang bang kats really need to stop it aint nobdy a gangsta anymore that played out wit boyz n tha hood and err' dude claimin, and even been there before momz got us out so imma make her proud have her front row at a show wen they yellin my name out loud im the real thang n stereo and speakers wife beater, tru religions, and a nike sneaker a gucci loafer, hermes scarf, chanel han-ker-chif for wen i gota cough chanel reading glasses, money for a mattress neva been fake, cuz i dont like actors im the first thought you bitches are everything after....