I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
Oh yeah, pops got a visa
Fake based in the area
Ur love was always fake
I know what it take
Low income no bills getting paid
Ur love was always fake
Don't try to buy my js they put you in debt
Finished mean done, and done mean dead
Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake
Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break
A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.
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