They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.
And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth
All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/
They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage
But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/
Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days
Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little
Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional
And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him
The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation
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