Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't
:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,
But really im horrible i keep the gang life for real i steal from friends family even poor whores,
Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers
How can it exist? poverty; in my life
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist
Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist
Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw
My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know
My friends put me to a real test
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
Extermination you don’t exist
Money is most of y'all interest
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