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we played too many games
Its just crazy how the tables turn in such a fast way
But i ain't mad at you girl you know you still my bae
But that love i

issues I couldn't forget it
Can't even put myself in his position
I just wanna show my seed something different
And hope he understands the difference
Life

to me, she always be on go I need bands, yeah, I'm givin' to the Chiefs
If we shoot, better hit her by the knees he want a shirt, yeah, we hittin' IDTs

all fine
- With the bodies and souls God gave us, if he's even real
- But it seems everyone just wants to find, I love that they can feel

- Cause

I've been making moves since the womb 

Never stop

Burn it down 

Turn this shit up a notch

Oh that boy is smooth 

And his flow is hot 

He is

the street
He talking all that Glock pop stuff
But never had a G
I drip honey
So everyday I get chased by bees
Just put another 2 mil up
I feel like I'm peez

I'll be honest
Need a real one to keep me solid

It could've been us
It could've been love
You fucked up my trust
Now I had enough
Playing these games

In His Image 
Ain't no way I'm gonna lose 
I been through it
Mah nigga I been through the storm
My heart was broken 
but I still believe in love
My

the beat
If it ain't love then according to me
I'm coming in clean listen to me
Glaciers fallin so hot how I drip
Music is heaven oh man what with the trip

Wendy Williams
On fleek she look Brazilian
Drop top with tinted window
Love when she call me pap (papy?
I Guess I know how to pick 'em
That bitch

Place me in a deep tub and fill it with pink water
Hate me, I don't need love, I'm only just your daughter
There's a million reasons why I hate you

lowkey animosity
She like yo homie in my DM, and I'm like probably
He ever ask me how we doin' Imma spill him honestly
40 on his ass and now he dance like

control my future so the hope is never dwindling
Reading how they move it's the blanks that they be filling in
Save the best for later so the leftover's

shots got hit by many
Pull up shoot he dead and then we
Vroom on the Yamaha,
Chromed-out eleven-hundred
What I'm doing?
Getting money
What we doing?

changed anyone's mind

But the old master, he took to the stage
Abandoned our cause and cast off all rage
And us acolytes, horrified, would weep
But he just

on a mission, I know I can't stop
Ny got a stick and I know he gon' flock buy by the pound, I would never get shake
Tryna pull up when they know it's too late

hear that sneak dissing
Boy you pressing luck nigga
I been broke I ain't going back my daddy use to do crack
Feel like my son love me but his momma

graduated
hit wit Sticks
That wasn't kendo
Lord give me the
strength though
cuz popped his
Pops still don't know
How long he in
Fo’
Family kept it on
The hush

A rope on the neck
A bunch of fucking pills they ingest
The rigor mortis is wet
Now tell me how you expect
Us to pay for our health
When we can’t pay for

the beat up
I got this wax build up and shit
It's Tripp, I'm dead ass
609 stand up You hear me
How it go, hold up I got to get it what he said, Look, He said

that coulda passed as my other brother
Time robbed us now we barely even know each other
I still forever love him, I never stood above him
I blame

me wanna settle down and chill
I like how you hold the mic and you done told me
That you love the way I be working the wheel
Found me a pretty brown

old shit, to see how far your boy has come
A blessing to receive that kinda love in the place you're from
Abz or Leicester, I will never fester
I put

leave me I need you
Coz I know I can't quit you till death do us apart
We got married at sixteen
Is when I started to abuse you
And you made me feel alive