Well, brenda's barely got a brain
Im done asn you out the game,
Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch
You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
Im being pulled left and right
No one notice your plight
I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies
You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please
Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,
Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold
And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck
Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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