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We run the championship you heard me I'ma get poetic with it fuck writing a love song I'ma get poetic with it fuck writing a love song Put trust inside these hoes I knew that I was dead wrong Trusting you was wrong It almost took my damn soul Free styling these songs and turn that pain into that platinum Me, myself, and I, I-eight I fed everybody else before I-ate Need someone to love me 'til I die because I know my fate Who can I call when I'm not straight I was rollin' through the city a po-body Niggas probably thought that I wouldn't gon' be like nobody Yo Gotti rake it up The shit I seen can't make it up Bars set too low like limbo All I can do is go up Tune it out Niggas tryna talk that shit about me I don't hear 'em Niggas tryna tell me that I'm scared but I don't fear none And girl you in my head on a daily don't you hear me I left them hoes on read and you ain't had no competition How you forget it I put some on top the world You were my favorite girl and now you ain't nothing If you ain't with me then you with em so I'm feeling like fuck it Once she leave me she ain't pretty matter fact she disgust me I said I'm on na Please just check my close up You cannot get closer She cannot get closure from me I said I heard it all before that shit don't matter to me You say you real but telling lies that shit don't add up to me I feel like CeeLo I walk up to thotties none in my pocket but some change These bitches be low Hit high notes for whoever got money to they name It ain't my steelo to say that I got you then I go and drop you I call it P Low The polo tee that I just got from Ralph Lauren With all due respect this shit get ugly I just eased up cause I love you I don't even want no flowers I don't talk about my struggles I don't even get acknowledged If the school wouldn't teach me how to get money is it really knowledge It ain't teach me about the fake love Ain't teach me bout the gangstas Ain't teach me bout the fakers Ain't teach me bout the haters Ain't teach me bout the people that gon' fake like they love me Ain't teach me bout the people that I can't even trust 'em Ain't teach me bout the mothafucka right next to me That don't want me to win because they got it out for me Ain't teach me bout the bitches that just want my money Ain't teach me about the bitches ain't gone give me none nigga I just chose to be the last real nigga They know I'm a playboy I was just with flyy she said it sound like opera singers with all that fake love I got that Aht-Aht When it sing make a sound that they ain't a fan of I tell her nada When she said how much my heart she get her hands on Ain't tryna block or change my number I fall back to get a huncho My mind on star sixty seven It's a lot of shit I don't know I been praying to God he send me a halo Ain't ask for my Beyonce I ain't nothing like durkio I been smilin lately wouldn't call it smirking tho I been pullin cards Jokes on you I got the joker Tryna tag me on the story she ain't getting noticed Tom Ford on the focals realign my focus Gon make me pull up to her job I ain't even Muslim If you ain't stepping with your chest can't roll with me in public These hoes be groupies get involved and followed me from Publix And pulled out a fuckin gun for to not to even bust it Nigga We finna start givin motherfuckin operas out Cause they need to be pat on the back Give em round of applause putting on a fuckin show Tell em Nola And I tend to shit Hollin that out while I be putting the piece together and shit I know that sometimes I don't think that I be relevant But I know I'm way more important than I present to me You gone regret that shit