This is a song about "Leaving primary"

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Leaving god undefeated

Killing these niggas off quick

So we just kept leaving

Let my angel sing

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Leaving them to die in spite

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

Was primary, the source of conflicts, switchin' sides every

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

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