So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase
Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my
These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,
I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right
My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Changing our ways to coincide with feds,
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