Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,
Niggas die over shoes
Different views i would choose,
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,
Mama ain't raise no fool, true
Cho cho, i choose you two
Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose
Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes
And for those who choose to abuse
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
This path i choose to walk alone
Know i just call it head phone
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