Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck
From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab
Fuck a chorus! hutch n' rapking we're you at?/
I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
How i'm outgoing but don't be going out
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive
I crawl out and see freddy looking at me and i wonder if
Whether it's a beat or a scam
Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.
Holla out my set
Vs me taking a step
We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
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