I’m washing my hands - - of all the bullshitters.
Fake friends who only wanna be around when my pockets get bigger.
When the cheese get thicker, ****** quick to want a slice from it.
****** who ain’t never around when I’m balling on a budget, but wanna come around when I’m flooded.
I’m cleaning up.

cleaning up.
Can’t trust ****** as far as they can be thrown.
Everybody wanna call shots, wanna sit on the throne.
****, it’s not enough originals, ****** wanna be clones.
Copycat ******, got me wasting lines on this poem.

I’m cleaning up.
Waking all these demons up.
Eviction notices poppin,
They can’t come to where I’m going if they’re only gonna stop me.
If they’re only gonna weigh me down, or try to block me.
I gotta clean up, this road ASAP, it was rocky.