Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love
I exist in-between a circle of moments,
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice
I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries
How can it exist? poverty; in my life
Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist
Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist
Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist
Come here to picture how he bumping his fist
This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands
But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,
Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words
Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts,
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