Pardon me if i'm sweating you but
Well aren't you getting fed up
Getting tired of compulsive liars
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters
Enemies getting closer.
Took the van, went snatch her
Its getting hot in here
And i am real
You a lady boss, now you fly free
I'm not getting no therapy
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team
It's getting limited, only a few
It may be not the same for you
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