On Mommy

I remember way back when-

it was niggas like twice my age,

willing to pay like thrice my wage

just to dabble wit

da girl wit da pen.

In my DMs.

Like-

“You be teaching me shit for real.”

Man, how was I supposed to feel?

Like-

really-

these was grown ass men.

//

Telling me I’m the angel face.

Thinking I was the answer

to their premature extortions.

The girl with all the lessons

and the fiercest lil poet.

Angel dust-

I repent what they sin.

//

A lot of hoes

(and niggaz is hoes too)

sell they soul to get on-

they pussy and bros too.

But mama raised the Throne.

I’ma kill ’em wit no slew.

I’m really just so couth-

I’m gritty, bitch, don’t move.

When I speak,

I’m the coldest ’cause I’m raw wit it.

Where’s ya heART

if not with art in it?

//

Trust when I say,

I am not one of them.

Shit really just settled in-

D A N G E R O U S

or

N O T O R I O U S.

No biggie.

I’m so Kim.

Call me possible’s kin.

Young angel-

I repent what they sin.

Thanking dukes for all the pressure

;Mommy went the fuck in.