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I'm trying to write my thoughts down and I burn my page
I'm frustrated, trauma got updated This shit not staged, can't make it up
Shit, we done picked flamers up, they gone, read our rage
Everything's everything til it ease my pain Let's get it on, shit, I ain't got brittle
Bones Niggas ain't gon' get me long
Right now my feelings low, I'm finna go get a loan
After a couple shots, think you feel some more But that shit come with your soul
Spend another night with a dirty pipe And a bitch you don't really know
Fantasizing better than actualizing This life, they glamorizing
You was outside with them fraternizing The enemy, now you chronic
I'm the type of nigga, can't even come around you
We ain't got the same problems No, a couple niggas I'd risk it all for
And we don't got the same mama Look, if he come back from this
Then he ain't got the same doctors They looking for me I'm off the mix
But we ain't using the same product I told the bitch if she wake up feeling low
That mean I woke up and weighed my options Her next experience a outer body
I feel like she trying line me No, she don't care about me
She still gon' suck it sloppy, nigga Bitch lift up at me, smile
Talking about I ain't know about it I'm the type of nigga
That'll see the bitch after that And still act like I don't know about it
Them the type of hoes that'll have the next sucker
Sucka, he the only one getting swallowed Here today, gone tomorrow
Heard he caught some hollows Everybody think they macho
Say they need a poncho Rain on em, they ah even change
On you, they put your name on on em Remain focused, leave a hoe face smoking
When I squeeze my flame thrower These hoes be waiting on me
You ain't think I gave them money Dick all in the tummy
I'ma f*ck a bitch till she love me File shit, wild shit, make me gummy
It's a couple of these hoes can't touch me finna join the me too
It's a couple of these hoes drugged me Found out my brother changed
He be with them names You know I snag the snakes
All Debts getting paid Old phone like a cemetery
Heart skip a bit when I read names Few of them still breathing
I'm pissed for a real reason tried to write my thoughts down
But I burnt my page I'm frustrated
Trauma got updated This shit not staged
Can't make it up Shit, we done picked flamers up
They gon' read our rage Everything's everything
Till it ease my pain Let's get it on
Shit, I ain't got brittle bones Niggas ain't gon' get me long
Right now, my feelings low But I'm finna go get a loan
After a couple shots, think you feel some more But that shit come with your soul
Spend another night with a dirty pipe And a bitch you don't really know