Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit
You tell me i'm sweet, but you're the one who started.
She don't really care about anyone advice
Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies
Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming
So one more line, when i'm in the prime of the rhyme. i tell you one thing,
Welcome to organized crime
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
My momma a og which makes me a don dada
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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