Alexa Demie
Hovenn
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When I turned twelve, knew I had to be self-employed It's eighteen ways to get rich up in this shit, like Android I start getting around fake ass people, my homie dead, I'm getting annoyed Really ain no Lessons up in this Love, my first Lloyd Drinking this D'usse and smoking weed to fill my voids Feel my mental health depleting, it's going down like asteroids Only nigga I talked to every day, now his name embroidered Before I kill myself, I'll kill that nigga, my gun recoiling I'm black as hell, probably end up victim to a statistic Kept that pole up in my book bag, saved my life, that's how I was living None of these niggas can understand the shit we was doing, you knew we was with it Sliding around this bitch with so many fuckin sticks, it's looking like Quidditch All this college keep getting on my nerves, I feel like quitting When the end though? The only end goal is being rich Before I die, fucking Alexa Demie, you know that's on my list I hate hoes, don't even make no promises, get off my dick Museum Music? That's the only thing I see up in my future Talking bout degrees and graduation, you already know Ion need no tutor Praying I got long years left in my life, 'cus I see fewer Feeling alone, none of these niggas really know me, boy you a buford She keep talking bout me, in that hoe dreams, like Freddie Kruger When I go to heaven, I know I'm finna see Seyi playing that bugle Just left her dorm, that bitch Jawed me down like she at Google She just blocked me on her iMessage, I'm texting that bitch on Moodle I'm finna erase this hoe eyebrows, like DoodleBob You a sad nigga, you flipping patties? Boy just quit yo job She keep texting me Ridiculousness, said shut up hoe, I'm Rob Already told brodie that bitch a fucking eater, I threw him a lob Playing Minecraft, cook the beef up, it's in the furnace In the car, I'm playing my unreleased, and now this lil hoe twerking The way my Money so Big, I feel like Yeat, boy where my turban? Bad bitch, but I know she too poison, like Uma Thurman Freeze nigga! I'm letting the boys in, you taxidermy I be getting bored, cheating on this bitch, like Ayesha Curry Desert man? Last thing on my mind, you know Ian worried Grown man? In yo mama basement? Boy you touching thirty Poor nigga, ran off with thirty dollars? What imma say? Boy you needed it more than me, I let you have it, it's more in the safe Tried to rob me? Stupid ass nigga, ain even know it was laced Probably why you slow now, saying "Errrr", eating paste And yo bitch was getting naked before she was with you, nah Ian want her In the fitting room, How Far gonna she Go? Like she Moana When I was born, knew I'm chosen, hold me up, just like I'm Simba Smacking yo bitch ass, I'm beating the bongos up, I'm playing marimba
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