Swaine - Swainesworld poetry

I been hot never needed a sun
Swainey painting pretty pictures u dont need to see none
For the dogs inside the family that we built from the slums
Excuse me while i slip on the 1s
Thats the airforce
Presidential watch on my arm
Watch this
No hands while i give u a month
Worth of captions
My words wed to wed like we drunk
And ur flow bastardized like an accident son
And the big problems haven't even begun
I dont speak soft serve that machine always done
Everybody gettin sеrved, we ain't dancin for fun

Ain't nobody do it like it hе do
The city dont even know him but i know u do
Keep the family close
Like we tied side to side
I still wanna better ride
I still wanna pretty bitch
She just wanna face to ride
Hit u for a silly time
Hit me for a milly time
Richard mille rm69
If it hits it must be mine
Swainesworld poetry
Fuck them other guys i been goated supposedly
Knock on ur door u know its me
And u wanna talk about accolades ur borin me
Something about greatest hits i ain't even noticing
Only one afraid of this is everybody over me
Everybody under me could never let go of me
Ridin on the coattails
Clothes gettin folded clean
U should know its blasphemy whenever u throw dirt on me

Eric hand me hits
I just get busy like im quotin yeat
Picture me havin people w their picture also me
Devil in the details
But the devil didn't plan for me
Sellin out like retail
And the shipments never land to me
Blessins in disguise
I just see em like they didn't study
I dont say goodbyes
Even when im dead ull hear from me
Swaine never dies
He'll just come again
Like hard of hearing