Highs The Limit Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

I know what you want, you going work for it
I'm too smart to be the high of your next hit
I like making money cause It don't lack charm
9-to-5's the standard but it ain't my norm
when you are hungry you make a few moves
A boss create lanes so that they can choose
when you ain't see me for a minute, you going miss this
i'm the gift that keep on giving put me on your wish list
It's a numbers game, stock market specialist
that's an upgrade, secure interest for your benefit
don't be negligent you'll regret not taking heed to the testament
and you'll panic, yea, you'll panic, drive you crazy, manic
lil Shawty here, right here, boujee, bad and slick
have a swag so thick, dealing the dope to addicts
can't nobody fill the position, i'm very well equipped
need some pointers, need a tip?
this ain't no role I ain't following a script
Can't compare and contrast greatness to what's generic
Now you like, "got to use a different strategy you are too barbaric".
yeah, lil shawty here is only telling you about the biz
Make you think about the game your mind at to understand the subject of your analysis
is that too much of a challenge if you suffer mental paralysis?
You'll hold no real advantage against the story's antagonist