With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
I'm getting sick of the bullshit,
My niggas getting mad
Well, i can handle that
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot
The way she walks and causes a fuss
Shits getting serious.
And i ain't getting breathless
And panned out, i'm all in love
What you getting is death
Wish i could shed all these tears
Getting gangahead in the ashton martin
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
James bond, tom ford outta haute couture
Getting fucked by the tenth bull
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