First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction
For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin
Got no respect, and no one to talk to
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
No one like you, get a fucking clue
And real bitches don't respect you
Ya so fine i got to give it to you
I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,
Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Ive got it pretty hard
So rest your weary heart
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves
Lady at the frank stand will
Ive got no license to kill
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