I don't want no scrub
I grind, graft and hustle boy these shoes they rub
Harder than you can rub me
Where you gonna live if you still at Saint daddy and mommy
In my place and tell me what to do
That'll be the day we are through
I don't do control
Only meeting in the middle coz I'm on a roll
I don't do narcissists or dark empathy
I don't need no sympathy
Hard life all my living days
It looks to me is how it stays
Don't look this way its an invasion
Of my privacy and I ain't fussy I got a good liaison
A clear vision
Of who I want and I want I need
Nothing will exteed
The blessings of the almighty
My aura too pure
I can't be your karmic cure
Boy you see me now flawless
The others see the narcissist and you getting less
They took their tights
They out of sights
They turn off their lights
They no longer care
Their vision is now a flare
Of intelect
Higher vibration
Manifestation
It looks like you missed out
Being a grafter is what it's all about not some snotty two faced scrub