Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback
Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that
They was on that mase shit
Theres a hole in my pocket
Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole
I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll
As she goes through the levels
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
I remorse, i let through the hole, my emotions/
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul
First shot missed whole then he hit, that's how i got this hole.
No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole
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