Chorus
(Her Pistol go...
I said her pistol go....
I said her pistol go....
Cuz she’s that coquette killer...  & I'm her father figure..... X2)....

(Uh) She loves Lana & Alana... a virgin like Madonna
Wine & marijuana she's that pure Americana
Virgin suicides were high were riding to Nirvana
Love her you're a goner she's the star in every drama (Uh)

Chorus
(Her Pistol go...
I said her pistol go....
I said her pistol go....
Cuz she’s that coquette killer...  & I'm her father figure..... X2)

Lacy tees & dates for tea, I’m patient ima wait & see...
Says she’s waiting for the one she loves I hope she waits for me...
Looking for a savior, is it me or is she saving me?
I know every single man she sees is like a game to beat...
Know you got a pretty face so you don’t go on dates for free
Text me when your home so I know you’re alone & safe asleep
Black sheep in her family tree, so she dreams of breaking free
Probably break my heart & leave me broken she’s the same as me
In the bed I take the lead… grab her neck… stain the sheets…
On this boat alone & she’s a Siren in the raging sea
Too good for a man like me, too hood for model agencies….
breaking up & blaming me… she’s back in her old dating scene
If I thought she’d ever marry me I’d probably take a knee
She wants me to spit inside her mouth hit her & make her bleed
Hickey on her neck, it makes her wet so I can wade in deep….
Many dead men laying at her feet that couldn’t take the heat….
Snuggled with her baby sheep, angel aura, lazy chic
No makeup but rosy cheeks, Marlboro between her teeth
The crazy thing, she’ll basically betray me if I stay or leave
Abandoned at the hotel on the boulevard of wasted dreams
….the Hotel California had no vacancies…..
Coquette with an 80’s theme, daisy dukes & faded jeans
Manipulates with ways & means so easy as the ABC’s
Knives & drugs & hello kitty just some of her favorite things…

Chorus
(Her Pistol go... X3)
Cuz she’s that coquette killer...  & I'm her father figure..... X2)...

Coquette Killa (Prod VITALS x Nigel Uno)

IYKYK (Prod. By The Money Beats)

Howdy (Prod. By Rxkz)

(She said she wanna be… one day she’s gonna be… she said she wanna be
Shawty wanna be a thot…. X2)

Tryna raise our little girls, in this patriarchal world…
Tryna help em sparkle like these diamonds, jewels & polished pearls…
They fade too for what it’s worth, to nothing don’t know what is worse…
But fuck she feels so stuck at work surrounded by a bunch of jerks
Probably make more money taking pictures of her butt & twerk….
Dollars filling up her purse cuz she’s so done with love it hurts….
Post a couple under skirts as teasers on IG for thirst….
Caption it with “subscribe to my private snap to see it first”
18th birthday she made 18 hundred she might make it work…
Whole first week “Your balance has been transferred” her new favorite words…
She’s making thousands with the energy it takes to flirt….
Private message “Pay this $20 now to make me squirt”…
And plenty pay, at first, but now they all want girl on girl…
And dildos with a thicker girth, even if it rips & hurts
And they don’t keep their rebill on, each week is getting worse & worse…
She’s so used to dollars reassuring her can’t see her worth….
….Sometimes she thinks it would be better just to leave the earth
Cant go to her parents she knows they’ll say all she needs is church
Huh… you no what…..? Maybe she’ll show up in see through shirt
Give those stuck up fucks a heart attack until they eat the dirt
They told her Jesus loves the needy, sinners, whores & cursed
….Then got the nerve to say she’s wicked & her roles perverse
I wonder if they’d feel the same though if the roles reversed
Caught up in a lifestyle where the money’s fast & morals blurred
Inside thinks maybe creeping curbs is all that she deserves…
Overworked, health declining, lifestyle driving her berserk
Only distractions are the drugs, the liquor & the herbs
The Xanax, molly & the percs, she’s high until she’s in a hearse
To stay so bent & pay the rent gets her consent coerced….
One day she woke up saw it clear was like a second birth….
Sex work is real work… but trauma makes it feel worse
So if your only in it for the dollars… you should heal first…
Some daughters hate their fathers & trade honor for a real purse
While fathers judge their daughters knowing probably they’re the real jerks
And real hurt… can beat you down inside until your seeing spots
Its easy to get greedy thoughts…. now shawty wanna be a thot….

Chorus

(She said she wanna be… one day she’s gonna be… She said she wanna be
Shawty wanna be a thot…. X4)

Shawty Wanna Be A Thot (Prod. By Donnie Katana)

See it's always the image of change... that really makes the poem....

Today I feel so homicidal.... 
Cause I missed my daughter's dance recital, knowing that I am her idol....
Knowing I could break the cycle...  
Knowing those mistakes are vital....
I can't be that archetypal, only father by the title.... 
To their love & their affection I am not entitled.....
I hope one day I'll be there to walk my baby down the aisle... 
There to schedule all her bridals...  
One hand on the holy bible.... 
Word to Gabriel & Michael.... Rafael & all disciples.... 
I know life feels like it's final..... know failure & denial
Came so close to meet the holy ghost on nights I held a rifle....
Did that for my own survival.... only god can hold the trial....
Nowadays if we shoot at a rival that shit going viral....
Then we wonder why they spiteful & would die for their reprisal
Thats our life for... them to package sell to stores on vinyl
That's why it's vital that we learn from Jay-Z owning Tidal
We gotta own our masters, they want us alone & tribal.... yeah...
Avoid the spiral.... but don't fight the pain
You don't have to yearn for sunshine, learn u like the rain....
Remember times aint have a dollar left to ride the train 
....Now I use that pain.... to light a flame & (my whole life has) changed....

What happens when uh... any great musician plays a sudden piece of music, he plays it today & he plays it again tomorrow... is it the same piece of music, or is it another....?

Today I feel narcissistic….
…I’ve done too much bottle sipping, hope that’s not a problem is it….?
Let's talk, while we got a minute…. all these blessings god has given
Yes, I love the game but see so many niggas caught up in it
Losing all their friends over bottom bitches & profit splitting…
Don’t know they could start a business….
Don’t know good financial fitness…
….Materialistic….victims of their own decisions…
Me? I let Jehovah witness….
Even with no pot to piss in I was still so optimistic…
….Grew up artistic…. I was young & gifted…
….between a misfit & might rob your bitches…
….Between a mystic & might smear your lipstick…
….Barely existed now I’m near the limits…
I beg forgiveness for the nights I slid & scared em shitless
We risked it all over the smallest digits…
Now I’m taking risks to give my kids a balling Christmas…
Or trips to somewhere where they be sip on hibiscus
Don’t you want to live delicious?

The philosophy of change....From one point of view...Change is just too bad... Everything flows away... and there's a kind of sadness, a kind of nostalgia... There may be even a rage... Go not gently into that good night... but rage rage against the dying of the light...

Changes (Prod. CEDES)

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