NYFW is here,
It means the city is crowed. Everyone has something to prove. The lists are strict. And the streets are haunted by clout. Throughout it all I see through the smoke and mirrors. If you catch me out, my energy will never change. I will remain the same girl that out drinks most men and has no problem dancing alone. While everyone has something to prove through their outfit. My aura speaks volumes. Luckily for me, because im broke.
lately i've been feeling overlooked,
but i still get in my bag
& trust the process god has for me
born in the bronx raiding harlem & your girlfriend is a knock-off me