And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
Account overdraft what i got this debit for
They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,
It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob
And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not
Take a kitkat take a break,
Redbox flow and i do not date
Yup you got a lot a
Thug for life nigga
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops
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