The Finger Heart.
The ultimate gang sign.
G'd up, reppin' love.
Stackin' Hereafter Dollars.
The unequivocal grind.
Heavenly currency, yeah.
In this world we all have a share.
That's what we call Pocket Power.
Good deeds are what we consume, what we devour.
Amo loaded, cocked back ready to blast.
We are the ones of the first.
Made to last.
We are not walkin' your walk.
We are not talkin' your talk.
In others we are not looking for faults.
Zealotous we are not.
Believe what you want.
Don't stop.
In the lottery for the highest ranks,
We all have our spot.
Which will be a blissful joy or an abhorrent lot.
Just know, overstand or not,
We will be the ones bussin' the very last shot.
We are the Phoenix rising from the ashes.
While y'all frontin',
Lookin' like you bout to flight... False lashes.
Our empathic nature, a shot to the heart,
Knowledge born, it's an art.
Piercing the chest with the force of many pounds.
Got your heart making fluttery sounds.
360 degrees of wisdom,
Circular as the earth is round.
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