ay all i gotta say, is leave her in the past
now they coming up in last, see my chain and now they smile
trynna grab up on my stacks, nigga hands off all my racks
u fucking damn ass rat, set a trap and than u go
money coming in, fucking on her better friend
u aint never been the man, took ur main, and switch her up
roll it like a blunt, thats why imma stunt
i aint never fucking with a slut, learn a lesson once or twice
now these bitches rolling dice, who gonna be my next pick
i dont want me a new trick, matter fact u make me sick
writing essays from the start, but now were getting too damn rough
love hearts in the air, until i came up on the scene
red roses on my grave, because these bitches love to pay
fashion shows upon my hour, they aint know that im a minor
2pm just eating out, with all my broski i remember we had nothing
came from povetry, to making poetry, and thats why we gonna make it rain, at the club just saw a girl, and she was looking kinda cute
took me off of the couch for a bit, backroom did some things
that my old girl would hate about, i be bounded by the chains
if only we aint never broke, now im loose and going crazy
three new baddies everyday, pave the wave to see it here
im in LA living life, and this new style is digusting
how tf do people love it, ive been turning, to somebody
i aint never know was in me, pills and party, non stop drinking
this new shit, that u will hate, only just to miss it afterwards
after hours came back home, check the phone and see the text
five new baddies on the roaster, too bad i wont text them back
make excuses just hide away, now going back
on the road to see her face, i remember 89, now we back on 45
driving far to get away, aint nobody i can trust, aint nobody really up
i put trust inside a slut, thats why things are messed up
rolling past all of memories that we spent, baby im not hating
but i hope ur doing bad, never wanna see u win
if im not in the picture, i hope things are getting worse
trynna cut up all the ties, babygirl i hope u die
bet u think that shit is true, u will never fucking trust me
in the end were broken pieces, thats why peace will never come
u left me inside a pit, that tore me bit to bit, u fucking damn ass bitch

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