You said i was clingy but spoke of moving in with me.
Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
As your family dies, and my family rise
You expected me to enjoy my life
Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/
Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live
But you giving up my resolution is music moving
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine
Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align
He gave me a knife, offered me a new preposition on life,
No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
Life playin' with my feelings, throwin' me in the thrash
Why a black nigga take ass over class
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