Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine
Light years away from its current place in time
Met him two years ago, thought he was insane
How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same
8 years years is a lot to go through, but damn,
Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
Eight years old i cant believe when i think back
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
There she lied two years ago in my embrace
See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs
Holdin' it in for four years, almost in tears
In a few years ima be taking the lead
So im like fuck it, im out get on your head
You had me fooled for all those years with your lies
Turn to the side, let me see them thighs
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