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Recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch
I cook bands when I get bread I party
Bake bands get these hoes off my body
Stew bands getting paid with my posse
Stew bands getting paid with my partners
My heart is irrelevant it’ll be fine
I know I gotta suck it up I gotta grind
I know it is not mine right now cause I’m not here myself
I just record my pain so I can hear myself
My heart is rigged with contusion
I’m proving i’m bleeding inside though I sit in confusion
I need what is mine no other thing I'm choosing
I’m not in control but I’m still gon be cruising
If I like her then she lucky
She don’t even got to f*ck me
I just like her cause she love me
Excited around me like a puppy
New information for the motherboard
She a freak hoe don’t need another whore
Told her open up I got 100 for her
Homework in the back on the cutting board
Elevating crazy but that is a given
I'm focused heavy everyday I'm living
They wan deter my thought they would I'm wishing
Snakes hissing take your soul I’m unforgiving
Ima catch that snitch , no seeker
Why so dumb you can’t keep up
Got a lip-ton talking teacups
Dead like Ben in god we trust
Ima spray the full clip
And then plead the fifth
And be on the road quick
I gotta make a flip
Ima open the tool shed
Heard you got the stick
Now but you ain’t shit
Tryna fucking renege
What you telling me bullshit
That’s why you a bitch
I converge in the V
Supercharging the whip
She be wet on some pool shit
Spent a grip on the fit
Recollect her playing me
Now she love my kicks
But recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch
I cook bands when I get bread I party
Bake bands get these hoes off my body
Stew bands getting paid wit my posse
Stew bands getting paid wit my patnas
I could never change, they don’t believe me
If ima opp then delete me
No games, don’t watch me watch TV
Don’t know how hard it’s to be me
Throwing C’s in the air with the Gang niggas
Yet and still I be running with lame niggas
Mixing shooters with playing the game niggas
F*ck with them ima empty your brain nigga
When I pop out ima bang on him
So I know that I cannot say the name on him
Talking down on my life and they helping cuz
Should I say damn them to hell or what
I’m am all alone nobody wanna ride
Other way round I bet you ima slide
Are they my niggas if they f*ck with the lies
I am the only nigga still on my side
Recollect the message
Bow to my presence
Got so much sauce
SMS but I don't text bitch
I cook bands when I get bread I party
Bake bands get these hoes off my body
Stew bands getting paid with my posse
Stew bands getting paid with my patnas
My heart is irrelevant it’ll be fine
I know I gotta suck it up I gotta grind
I know it is not mine right now cause I’m not here myself
I just record my pain so I can hear myself
My heart is rigged with contusion,
I’m proving i’m bleeding inside though I sit in confusion
I need what is mine no other thing I'm choosing
I’m not in control but I’m still gon be cruising
If I like her then she lucky
She don’t even got to f*ck me
I just like her cause she love me
Excited around me like a puppy
New information for the motherboard
She a freak hoe don’t need another whore
Told her open up I got 100 for her
Homework in the back on the cutting board

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