Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the
That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame
Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain
And leaving the game is basically pain inflicting
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
From this pain and depression.
Go where you ain't been
Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,
Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
On cocaine to try and cover up her pain
I see the pain and loneliness
On the slow jam of love
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