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I hate I gotta talk to these niggas pardon my outburst They really don't believe you like that I know that doubt hurts Seen niggas join the game down bad and still come out worse Man, how the fuck you put money second and go for clout first? Designer shit when she doing house work But her be clothes off every time I see her She said she live in the outskirts I'm really floating over these niggas I'm bout to crowd surf I guess they really couldn't give me my flowers without dirt No hope about it You ain't in my plans if we ain't spoke about it Whoever at the top spot now I'm bout to rope them out it Might seduce the love of your life and make a joke about it Skipped my last therapy session and had a smoke about it Cause I ain't tryna stay that stressed Said I'm the one when niggas said I couldn't say that yet I mix the De La Soul dunks with the Stray Rats sweats If they think they fucking with me I'ma take that bet These niggas ain't that fresh I'm still chillin in the cellophane They throw subliminals and then yell I never said his name Hella lame I wish I fell in love with a better game There's some shit I'll just never get over I got forever pain Saint Somebody found a dead body in the open trunk Loaded pump Left his cap red you thought he voted Trump I'm from the kind of city where You only gotta be told shit once Golden fronts You only take them out to eat And roll the blunt Nothing changed except everything I went to buy a couple chains And I said fuck the change and kept everything But enough about the petty things I've invested heavy skin I've been backstabbed and lost plenty friends While ya'll was chasing every trend I was doing then what ya'll be doing now And rocking beats with no drums Before it turned into a style But shit don't really matter if you can't move a crowd A lot of rap royalty got spoiled teeth And we gotta start removing crowns No Drama Llama and some Palma Dutches AKA just name the strain whenever you run out of substance Or talk about the hoes you fucked And how your product jumping What's funny is we all guilty But fuck it I guess you gotta love it Wassup
Writer(s): Andre Clarke, Dre Torres, Matthæus Overgaard Jensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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