Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
I'm here to tell you it all gets better
I can't touch her, so for pleasure
Nobody but each other could be the better half of either one of you
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
The one who can´t even show a real smile
You never tire, might as well as inspire
And what i tell you, you better use it
Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit
So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party
You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Ain’t no one here who could spit better than me,
Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action
Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in
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