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Chase a hoe never, I just had to vent
Say she overdosed on fentanyl but that ain't making sense
Wanna know how time was spent, lying since
Now I gotta pay my rent I'm just tryna stack it
Shit impactful, that's in my defense
Bust my first nut off real sex and I been fappin since
Keep your 2 cents, been a nuisance
Rest in peace to Koopsta and my gangsta boo
Laughing talking on the phone flirting then you made the news
Hate when we together but I paid my dues
Claiming that he ain't from over here but they can't make it true
I just met some baddies at the bar they took me on a cruise
Pop that pussy for a real nigga like I'm uncle Luke
Made her choose, claiming that its sick but they just caught the flu
Several nights I lay awake, treadmill cause they run in place
We don't do them hunger games I'm sqiddy nice
Lose yo life for shooting dice
I was serving 2 for 9s
Taking notes, hot as stoves, rocks n blows
Ice cream not no rocky road
Always had a cocky flow, do this on melodic notes
Wavy nigga since I graduated had to cop a boat
Took a stroll, lets hit the store, get some air
Air Force ones, need several pair
I just drank like 7 bears, I don't think I'll ever care
Wasted all my better years
Hustling, but I can't be hustled
Always had that muscle
You was Cupid shuffling
Grandma fussin
She ain't never like no suckas
Tussled so it made us tougher
Had to get adjusted
While they feathers ruffled
Life was lifing, Shit was bussin
Only real niggas suffer, tried to cuff her
Hella controversy, we can't be a couple
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Chase a hoe never, I just had to vent
Say she overdosed on fentanyl but that ain't making sense
Wanna know how time was spent, lying since
Now I gotta pay my rent I'm just tryna stack it
Shit impactful, that's in my defense
Bust my first nut off real sex and I been fappin since
Keep your 2 cents, been a nuisance
Rest in peace to Koopsta and my gangsta boo
Laughing talking on the phone flirting then you made the news
Hate when we together but I paid my dues
Claiming that he ain't from over here but they can't make it true
I just met some baddies at the bar they took me on a cruise
Pop that pussy for a real nigga like I'm uncle Luke
Made her choose, claiming that its sick but they just caught the flu
Several nights I lay awake, treadmill cause they run in place
We don't do them hunger games I'm sqiddy nice
Lose yo life for shooting dice
I was serving 2 for 9s
Taking notes, hot as stoves, rocks n blows
Ice cream not no rocky road
Always had a cocky flow, do this on melodic notes
Wavy nigga since I graduated had to cop a boat
Took a stroll, lets hit the store, get some air
Air Force ones, need several pair
I just drank like 7 bears, I don't think I'll ever care
Wasted all my better years
Hustling, but I can't be hustled
Always had that muscle
You was Cupid shuffling
Grandma fussin
She ain't never like no suckas
Tussled so it made us tougher
Had to get adjusted
While they feathers ruffled
Life was lifing, Shit was bussin
Only real niggas suffer, tried to cuff her
Hella controversy, we can't be a couple
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Writer: Christopher Harris
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