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You call you call you call
I answer you you know you
You know the truth you told
All lies you act so bold you
You smoke I drink its cool
Don't make me sit too long you
You say your life's on hold
You say i act so cold
Shut the f*ck up
Look

I wanna take a breath I need to take minute
Tryna stay out the trenches but I'm already in it
I been feelin like this since the very beginning
To be busy struggling I don't know how to picture winning
I know that you regret not ever fucking with me
I'm past all the bullshit Don't let it fucking get me
Got the snakes in the bushes and I can see them clearly
Take a drink out the bottle don't let nobody near me
God damn I been tryin tryin tryin
When do I draw out the line line line
See I do this like all of the time time time
But your weight in your heart ain't as heavy as mine
Nah
Too saucy I got it dripping off the crust
I Been a player since a youngin on the bus
You use to feed me lies act like you knew who I was
And looking back I don't know why I had a problem with trust
For real
I remember getting laughed at
Now the people that were laughing ended up as trash
They stalking my social media y'all really keeping tabs
Using my name for clout like we hung out in the past
I been trying, to turn the heat up on these bitches
I wouldn't even eat around these bitches
I been working on my tan and on my fitness
Self love I'm on the grind about my business
My High school class was full of hypocrites
I grew up broke
And now they singing songs I made and damn I think may be a lyricist
Tell them F*ck it I know
Look
Im sick and tired of apologies that don't mean a thing
From lesser quality bitches that told me you need to change up
F*ck that cause I done came up
Never will you hear that I just gave up
Nah
Calling shots like I was playin for the tide gotta roll on them
All this heavy weight will take a toll on him
Brother took his life I should have called on him
Family so involved with him
wishin that I had a chance to talk with him
Huh
I been tryin tryin tryin
Better parts me that been dyin dyin dyin
Gotta dig up shit buried inside side side
And to my momma Im hoping I made you proud

Okay f*ck a truce, I don't need the closure or the sympathy
That's sent to me the truth is all the typing that don't get to me
So f*ck it
Yall want it bad so ima air it out
If you ain't fucking with me that's some shit that I don't care about
Back with the bullshit I guess it never left
Not the type to type a letter out or send a paragraph
I ain't in to that so put an end to that mother fucker
If you don't know you might wanna ask a mother fucker dog

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