verse 1:
Take it to the grave I ain't resolving no conflict
And it's to the death Its only done when I stop it 
Bunch of fake personas y'all should get out the closet 
If you want a part of PFT better stop it 
Niggas Hella broke that's why they act out of pocket 
Top spot mine and they mad that I hogged it 
They ain't doing shit so they mad that I'm locked in 
And when they never listened just remember that God did 

What I got going on now is bigger than me 
This is for the niggas that are always belittling me 
These days I can't meet nobody that's realer than me 
Like a lone wolf when I walk ain't no niggas with me 
I can't hold a convo with a fool I ain't eager to speak 
Swear the saw me cooking and then chose  begin with the beef 
Niggas is beefing alone 
Ain't entertaining a clone 
They immitating my flow 
Mad that I'm doing the most
I should take my ex's out to dinner and give em a toast 
Call me the host with the most 
Call me the host with the hoes 
Call me the host with the most hoes and craziest flows 
Call me the host with the most clones and envious foes 

The rumors are old 
Her reaction to Alexis was comedy gold 
Not a lot of girls can do it, she making me fold 
Niggas also hate the boy cause I'm getting the hoes 

verse 2:
I've lost so much sleep over this dream 
It's worse than it seems 
Ever since a younging I done had these big dreams 
Dreams about the music back when I was 13
Got my first gig back when I was 15 
Prolly do my last when I hit 50
props to M.O.B for the shit he did me 
Joined PFT back when I was 16 
8 deadly split I know that they miss me 
I remember back when they said he dissed me
Now I check my streams and the nigga listening 
Same to that bitch I know that she miss me
Even though I'm gone I still got you simping

And it had me down bad can't take L's 
Pouring out her heart never cared how she felt
Don't do love I got up when I fell 
Don't get attached freeze up when she melts 
Don't do calls I ain't picking up my cell
Don't do friends they don't wish me well
I lost all my coins to a wishing well 
Niggas folding over that fishy smell 

verse 3:
The raps is litter so the racks is bigger (ayy)
The map is bigger so I had to call the niggas  (ayy)
Cover the whole thing so- the pack is split up 
We want the whole thing so we gotta get fitter 


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