Like being garbage some type of disease
And you can bet she is a dime piece,
Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace
For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please
She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Once as a slave who imagined being free
And she fucking me cuz im a fucking g
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
And weather or not she likes me is still a blur
And i think i had enough, but she wanna smoke a blunt
Took something rough and turn it to a diamond
And girl stayed back, she prayed that
In the house, holla back
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