An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,
Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty
I hope i can resist, but i don't make promises
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
A turn of events could be eminence or broken promises
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
If i should die before i wake
Yet i forgot the promises i made
His promises are sealed tight,with some real might
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight
Aye, hold your head homie, look
Promises that had us left assured
Being empty on the inside was his motivation.
Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him
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