It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that
Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic
Bet i get like 8 of them
Streaks are made to broken
If a nigga didn't fake like them
Streaks are made to broken
Got a license, no car
Just to let you know, you are
Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one
In the car with a gun,
You know...you know who you are
No i can't drive a car
She is far bizarre
Down the street to the car,
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
Reopened my notion of knowing im broken
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