Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue
And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
We both teenagers with the same mind state
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
And no nigga gon love you
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
I"m the designated driver
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