Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Spewing out automatics
No one comes, no one ever watches out,
I try to be the guy, you think about
As i watched watches tick in time, victims crimes for sixty dimes
But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times
When we fuck she say
Get up out out my way
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
Inviting guess i'm walking out
Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out
Might even know how hard it is, no doubt
So we.agreed.to blow that shit out
I gotta little clout
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