Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit
Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it
Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,
Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
No one-half and i hate math
All bout the game, nothin bout the cash
All my life i've been struggling with myself,
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say
Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind
Rapping bout all the shit that coming to my mind
Would trigger me #giggles and poof all my sadness
Together all the timethought it was true love
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