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Had to thank God for every day I slept up on that couch
It was going good, then summer beef got hot and shit went south
Talking 'bout my brother, goofy nigga ain worth, just shut my mouth
You gone back door me? Asking me to come, knew what that was about
Ion f*ck with twelve, they start coming around, I'm quiet, a mouse
Remember I thought I loved her, now that lil hoe nasty, like sauerkraut
A couple times, I felt trapped up in that net, like fish and trout
Ion like people getting close to me, go away, I'm Oscar The Grouch
Got my homie clothes, sitting in my closet, he can't wear them
When he got his phone stolen, he used my phone, boy we was sharing
Ion like no goofy niggas, foe get away, I feel like Karen
I just read the words, on that obituary, I just start tearing
Mama having to identify my body, yea that's my fear
Kept that shh up on me, when that shit got real, it shot like snares
Gang ain have no food, I cooked them burgers up, I'm on The Bear
Every day, before I leave the house, I gotta say my prayer
Ain no pitty pat, gone catch that hat, I gotta reserve my lifeline
Nigga said he gone kill me, I told 'em Bring It! on like Lifetime.
She asking me: When we gone f*ck? When it's the right time
It was rules and regulations, I was living, I couldn't abide by
Can't even tell gang, when these hoes blowing me I keep it in
The devil telling me go kill that bitch ass nigga, I feel him creeping in
Said some bitch ass shit, I told 'em repeat it, let that record spin
Heard that nigga homie died, he talked about mine, evil grin
Yea I caught that L, kept it moving, caught it on the chin
Money stop flowing, finna get to scamming, I'm gone flip them BINS
Freak hoe got me paralyzed in this chair, Ion got no limbs
Foreign hoe, speaking to me in her language, like she on The Sims
Dad was acting like a hoe, my mama subbed in, ain have no figure
I had to give my life to God, only reason Ian pulled that trigger
If time freeze, I'll smack that bitch ass nigga, I'm Quicksilver
Leave that hoe on read, 'cus I never cared, lil bitch, stay on delivered
Turn his ass to a zombie, now his lil body reeking, like we on Thriller
Last thing he seen was ski masks, his life flashing like Triller
If you ain my wife, Ian making love to you, Ian Bryson Tiller
Groupie bitch, saying some goofy shit, you making my dick lil
I feel like Kim, 'cus anything is possible, I'm Shego
Twist that boy brim, I feel like Kodak Black, There He Go
I'm copping all these clothes, punching on StockX and Grailed and Goat
Hoe yo number still unsaved up in my phone, you gone, a ghost
She keep blowing me, told that hoe you on thin lines like tied ropes
We gone spin and wash his ass like washing machine, what Tide wrote
She on OnlyFans, the only way she making bread, she lost hope
Feel like Jordan Peele, she steady asking me to f*ck, I told her Nope

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