All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
One day she talked to us about our younger childhood
That end of my childhood
My bitches fuck me good
All them bad bitches tryna look so tough
My criteria ain't even that serious
Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again
And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/
A childhood being depressed,
Hold up yea we the best
And i need you to show me love
Tearing this beat up, tough tough,
That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
When the going get's real tough, the tough are usually still wrong
We both knew this was gonna be tough
Hoping that nobody don't notice
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