Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check
And ronesha some of the things i said to you wasn't true
And no matter what they do, there will never be another you
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver
Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver
It's roc nation, this my team
Still dumb found by the things i seen
Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Still remember all the things you said
Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead
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