This is a song about "Account"

Like a small garage in your backyard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

And delete your rappad account, and i'll set u free to play and run aghit i'm done

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Just delete that old account, no one will be sad that you're gone.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

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