Do You Fux Wit Me?

Do You Fux Wit Me?

Do you fux wit me?

I mean, really

When ya dude ain’t around,

if you hear a hater clownin my brand,

will you stand up for me?

Be like, “Fuk dat shyt!

Yo, dat’s my man!”

‘Cause you got the luxury

In that moment

of letting your loyalty slip,

and a very good chance

It won’t ever come to light

before me

that you ain’t shyt!

Do you fux wit me?

Do you give a damn

about how I am

when you cannot

get in touch wit me,

and ain’t seen no ups

from me on the ‘Gram?

Will you DM me

askin, “What’s good?”

Better yet, will you keep it hood

and cuss me out

for staying off of your radar too long

and tell me I’m wrong?

If you fux with me,

it can’t be sometimes

when you find it’s convenient,

or just the fun times.

When shyt gets thick

I need to know that you got me,

that you ain’t gonna flip flop

then drop me.

Could you live with that?

Is you built like that?

A shell with no frame

and a dishonorable name?

Friendship ain’t no game

in my world.

Whether my niccas

or if you my girl,

I need to know…

Do you fux wit me?

-HymnAgen