Buenos Airez/Blue Caravan Bluez

(Part 1): Buenos Airez/Blue Caravan Blues
Verse 1:
Darkskin nigga dodgin coppers and the strobe lights
Been in the states for years and still they tell me I have no rights
No likes
On ig for postin Martin Luther
She post a pic of tits and get comments like hallelujah
World class wordsmith, sicker than ya average
In Dallas gettin love from all the Cubans like a Maverick
All you niggas hatin y'all can hit the door quick
All gold everything, like goldilocks' porridge
This that number four shit, combo for you lame niggas
And I'm flyer than a bird that's aboard a plane nigga
Plain nigga, you so trashy nigga you so simple
I make yo girl pop it for me, like imma pimple
Got game like Nintendo
Don't blow on no indoe
When you get rich everybody want a slice, like yo name Kimbo
Im schooling all you niggas, so what the fuck imma attend fo?
Ask yo girl how low she go, then she drop down like limbo
Plus that bitch a nympho
Got stripes, like what you In fo?
And all these niggas copy me like they just hit the 10-4
I'd rather just be countin my Benjamin's with my kinfolk
I'm balling for yo info
Fresher than a mento
And Gee be running tracks if u had failed to get the memo
Stretch her out like a limo
U rookie niggas a demo
In Florida like I'm Timbo
And we see right thru yo phony ass like looking thru a window (buenos aires)



(Part 2): Blue Caravan Blues:
Verse 1:
I remember givin you the best a nigga had
I remember introducing you to mom and dad
I remember sayin I love you for the first
Time since then, everything been the worst
I remember goin all the way to third base
Then I scored witcha with a smile on my face
But you just had a grin that would turn into a laugh
Cause at the point you knew a nigga was fuckin trapped mane
How could you?
Be so in-sense-itive
Now could you
Please re mem ber this
That a nigga should've never even let you in my heart
Knowing life was moving fast and we'd soon be apart
But fuck it imma man, I can do this by myself
Ask ace I ain't asked a nigga yet for some help
Ain't nobody else I told that
Cause now I'm searching for the missin pieces like a road map
(Buenos Noches, nigga)

Verse 2:
I'll never understand or underestimate
For goodness sakes u run read lights to heaven gates
Most hated never elated headed for better traits
I meditate prolly for seven days I see better days
I ensure u some songs and u can rock with these
Until I'm done philophosing fossiling bones of Socrates
Honestly my honesty policy passing qualities
And fears of commodities conquered by ur hypocrisy
Running green lights that John Legend sponsor
Rapping became more my goals than lawyer or a doctor
Prolly too polished to ever get an adoption
Knowing that's the only option i got to be a father
And just because I'm smiling doesn't mean that I'm content
When blue caravan notes got me missing out on rent
Or should I say mortgage I know that I'm too supportive of habits like coke snorting
Maybe I should get deported with this girl who has my aorta
Gee u rap? I answer kinda sorta
Lemme hear yo tracks! Well I will when they not distorted
Tryna not be limited my soul darker than Guinness is
I guess that I can live with this
So let's get back to business then
So make sure these blues and sentences capture penmanship