She need now, she ain't never needed love
Girl i love you that's a sickness
But i'm miles away, i pound the cake, you can't rap cause you have a bellyache,
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile
I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile
She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe
You thought i was a girly girl spitting bout some love tho?
But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long
Thought he had duffer brain of a mile
Quick to grab the fifth and just fire
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
I just rhyme away,go against me,you better be a dope emcee
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