I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son
A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son
Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day
She used used tbe my luv my luv now she just runin away wit her friends far away
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Then fled my ass away before she delivered kits
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day
Caught up in the moment and she trying to get away,
Tell her family she ran away to the out back of northern territory
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
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