Never felt like being this close to break,
Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake
Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out
There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,
I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,
Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags
6 million ways to die choose one
Ross and folarin, couple women
I'm just trying to learn better ways
And i got them gold bottles, first place
And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away
I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day
I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face
My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways
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