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Dest'n Montague
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Youngins always think that I'm overreacting Y'all ain't never seen the tears that dirty
these tissues in napkins I been stabbed so much my holes has turned me to
Spider-verse Bandits I cry in y'all face But y'all can't notice that anything happened
I done walked away from crowds to cry in the cold
With no jacket take advantage of me But I never had interest in tennis rackets
I could be bleeding and y'all would think I just spilled ketchup packets on me
But I'm the one that's phony I'm the one trippin' when y'all play with my heart like it's Sony
I cry for help you would think they would see that clearly don't they?
They never check up on me swear I'm sick of being that gentleman
Youngins mistake me for being some sort of gentleman These youngins think it's cool to switch up on me like ceiling fans
The chip of my shoulders the biggest man
My road to riches drives in a Sprinter van I'm always tryna help someone that really don't give a
Don't get me started on women somehow I'm a hoe
When every ex somehow played with my feelings I get cheated on
Five times but get labeled a villain They miss when my friends get caught
And then they portray as the victim test their loyalty they cheat and trip
When I reboot the system Then they tell people I'm the problem
To better they vision rub it in my face That they have hurt me to ruin my healing
Rub it in my face so I react and it starts a collision
Shawty gets all happy cause she hit me somehow she the victim?
Hit me cause she mad at her for making a stupid decision
Mad at the fact that I'm the Youngin who actually listen
Mad that instead of me fighting her I requested some distance
Crossed so much sometimes I wonder if I'm really Christian
Got me asking God if crossing me is his children's religion
Youngins show fake love like Drake lyrics How could you talk about granny and ask to go pay her a visit?
I can't be your brother when you plot on my life and my demise
Youngins dap me up when secretly tryna mess with my chickens
Smile in my face but secretly wanna erase my existence
HOD in bios then tell people I'm their opposition
Jealous of the frame God made for me so they tarnish my image
I was just loyal to these Youngins that tarnished my image
Tell me where the love go?
Clothes off my back I get the money out my stack
But y'all can't let me in y'all front door?
Y'all back door people there to show you love
Back door the ones when you was crying they gave you a hug
Mess with my exes to hide that you DL with the bros
Can't even give a reaction I'ma just shoulder shrug
I cannot compete with people who do not know their identity
These youngins don't know if they want me as brothers or enemies
My snakes are close to me to see how they planning on ending me
Your snakes are close to you because you know all of them is family
I done kept the quiet for three years tryna defend the peace
But y'all done took me to my limit and I can't pretend to be chilling
It's time to get delivered for all of y'all sending me
This a PSA don't talk to me if I'm your enemy
Don't call me a hoe your body count is the same age as me
Don't speak on my name if you can't say it to me initially
Y'all about to be grown but childish you got to be kidding me
Sometimes I wonder if y'all just wanna talk to the kid in me
Like let's keep it a buck y'all munch but act like you ain't feeling me
Sick of having to question who is actually real to me
Y'all wasn't raised to be no kings and queens
Y'all was raised to be servants
Taking what you need from others never fulfilling your purpose
I used to get mad that y'all than noticed it ain't even worth it
Y'all got deeper problems that ain't just what I see on the surface
If putting me down helps you with coping you gon' have to earn it
It ain't no more crossing bridges swear if you cross me I'll burn it
Way y'all hopping on me I can't tell if y'all cousins with Kermit
All y'all riding me next time reserve you a seat with a permit
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Writer(s): Dest'n Montague
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