Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese
#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies
Or relieves from the broken hearted stories
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind
And, i aint talking bout the paper kind
This is for those who are left broken hearted
Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home
Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.
For that paper, i'mma grind
For inspiration, my kind
Some suggestions of the subtextual kind
Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child
I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit
You're beautiful, sweet, nice, caring, and good hearted.
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