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
