Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
I think it was a story about my best friend
Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy
I reel them in, goadomes on see
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
There are always signs? my friend left none,
That's why i never claimed i was the best
And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend
Uptown, moco, prince george, represent
I trust you, you're my imaginary friend
Niggas in the street scared
Im starving for blood my friend
Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end
Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend
To my newly found friend
Hold my tears i tried my best
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