My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill
From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,
I chose this beat for you cause i know like justin's ass,
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
You know this, i said it on the first date.
But i do quite well with all the bait
Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines
I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines
But you know the beef is on when i grab your heart and squeeze it strong
But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone
I pray the lord my guns to keep
When i spit on the beat,
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