This is a song about "Getting thru this"

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

You kiss that amethyst, and bet it's getting no better than this,

I'm about to call the police, this is getting extreme

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

If you listening tune in this getting way to deep,

Cause it's getting sub-zero in this bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Aside from that, i honestly don't think that you're getting this

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

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