Not giving you my best shot
I get my cake; i love hip hop
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
just not if it means giving up on being me,
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
And pull those other four down you ain't giving up
I'm not battling i'm giving u a chit
Because there ain't no coming back from that
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Taking and not giving, like i'm the green haired villain
Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup
And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.
He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck
Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck
Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up
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