this is literally everything i am feeling right now

But You always picked your friends 💯💔

Dutchavelli, she was never really mine
Yeah I made you fall in love for the first time
We got together by staying high all night
Then watching the sun rise
And you promised me that you would never lie
You were the first bitch I bought flowers for
I’m not saying you’re a bitch, that’s just how I talk
I said we needa take a break cos I needa deal with my thoughts
If you don’t want me in your life, I can go for a walk
Baby we met in school, but I don’t even go no more
We’d to chat over snap, I don’t even check my phone no more
Typing in all caps, i would tell you to relax
You would tell me to relax
I don’t even smoke the cones no more
Now I’m not depressed, and I’m fixing up my head
But you going down the other road
I kinda blame your friends
We were in your bed
I said I got you til’ the end
And I said I’ll never lie
That’s some shit I really meant

I hope you know you broke my heart
And it was fucked from the start
This shit is really deeper than a dance
I said I got you til the end
But you always picked your friends
I really tried my fucking hardest
You know you broke my heart
And it was fucked from the start
This shit is really deeper than a dance
I said I got you til the end
But you always picked your friends
I really tried my fucking hardest

from the start

Now I was broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see (Vahsoong)
Broke as a mother, mo-mother 
Life at the end, end-end
Worked so fucking hard (I be that)
But the money, it never increased

I be that loud obnoxious
Rappin rockin prick you heard about
She get rowdy topless
Slappin sloppin dick, her word of mouth
I’m too proud and toxic
Trapping had me sick of serving grout
Got a crowd up on this back
And if I fall, it hurt the ground
They scream my name up on the stage
I heard you scream it even louder
Went to buy a quarter pounder 
But I bought a quarter pound
Why you leave me like the rest just did
I thought we sorted it out
Talking freaky over messages
Show me what you all about

Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a mother, mo-mother
Life at the end, end-end
Worked so fucking hard (I be that)
But the money, it never increased

I be that plotting, weaving
Robbing, scheming prick you heard about
Had a lot of dreams that’s lost to me
I tried to curb the doubt
It’s a lot of people that was G
I’m tryna hurt em now
Don’t know how she squeeze up in them jeans
Excuse me acting different
What I’m missing
I be eating good
They drinking what I’m pissing
Yeh I know you know the deal, 
Keep it real, ain’t no hissin
Vah been busy workin
Cuz he always in the kitchen
I been making hits
All these fullas steady missin

Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a mother, mo-mother
My life at the end, see
Worked so fucking hard
But the money, it never increased

I be that loud obnoxious
Rappin rockin prick you heard about
She get lippy til she sit and put this dick up in her mouth
They gon throw us in the pit, don’t care bout how we turning out
When you grow up out the shit, you always hungry
Motivated by the money
Talk shit, til I say it isn’t funny
1, 2, step, put a blade up in his tummy
Upset cos that fulla still breathing
Fuck TR, have him screaming for his mummy
Heard his cousin OD
I made that rapist see his cuzzy
And yeah my cousin OD
But god didn’t wanna take him from me

Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a mother, mo-mother
My life at the end, see
Worked so fucking hard
But the money, it never increased
Now I was broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
Broke as-
Broke as a motherfucker
My life at the end, see
I worked so fucking hard
But the money, it never increased

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