Aint No Waits

I pain for deep, the hole hood know me,

By myself, apparently,

Know knew doors open to lock,

Security of the Ohio block,

Still by the corner store,

Spilling the bags of peoples’ for,

Driving the miles with no plans to end,

Losing the tiger to Bengal trends,

Bands strike early the heat of the pack,

Guap make it easy to keep me back,

Hole squad connection,

Building to her affection,

A daylight easy to break,

Storms that diminish the master’s wait.