I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless
Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind
I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind
Ur love was always fake
Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up
The drug that they brain need
Take ur place in the backseat,
This is to my unborn child
From ur head n' ur mind,
Have a ware and look above ur
Then the stars don't even matter
Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
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