I Really Mean It
Ok, we back in. Mami listen (I really mean it). Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage. Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh. Golly I’m gully, look at his galoshes. Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages. From collabos, ghost writing for assholes. Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough. It’s all good, increase Killa cash flow. Increase my fame, that’s why Killa smash hoes. You’ll get side swiped, look at my life. First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife. And papi got jerked out of pies twice. Dip Set, we working with five dice. Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks. I send bodies with, read this note attached.
Ya youngin’ fucked with boys in the hood. Gave her a son like Ricky, from ‘Boyz in the Hood’. On the couch bloody, old lady sighing. Wifey screaming (I really mean it). Pissy little baby crying. Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it). Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft. Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce.
— Camron teaching us poetry
