You the party baby i'm just the guest list
Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist
You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,
Cause everybody else did it i had to save face
If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list
I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed
Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million
I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children
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 remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist
I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby
Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be
Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/
And older women put a nigga on their bucket list
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