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You told me that you wanted me, I seen the difference It's always the opponent niggas

Want me missing You told me that you wanted me, I seen the

Difference It's always the opponent niggas want me missing

Lock off your gram, get active Don't you act me in your mentions

Them niggas just not factors Keep them bitches out your business

I been finding me ways to get paid Used to sit on my ass everyday

Licked up to the Lord and I prayed I'm me, I ain't never gon' change

Fuck bitches, I wanna get paid They slowly been riding my wave

I ain't forgotten that shit you say I'm taking that shit to the grave

Before I was rapping was naive Shit on em, I pull up in public

No talking, we ain't for discussion We's clearly gon' open and bust

Ask bro, you think I'm lying? I swear I ain't have a dime

They say my voice one of a kind I'm gon' make sure that I shine

I ain't gon' show no sympathy They askin' where I got enemy

Bro, he called me from the city Told me, send a fifty piece

Movin' sloppy as a bitch, I ain't send no money in soon

They askin' spot, what's goin' on? That I been tryna find some peace

They and they don't call my phone So much shit been goin' on

I'm takin' all the right steps So how the fuck I'm doin' wrong

Now I ain't meanin' to be rude I just wanna be left alone

Me used to be thuggin' up at school But now my nigga dead and gone

And I'm like, oh I ain't lyin', man, that shit, that hurt my soul

Dropped down to tears that same day I got that call

When I needed you to pick me up You always let me fall

So many lies, you told them all It's best not get my heart involved

Stepped in my back, left in my face I look myself up in the mirror

And I tell myself it's gon' be okay Fucked up, give you my heart

You took my shit and you just ran away Like, what the fuck

Then I got into you The same shit I ask you every day

But you can't answer that Why you can't keep it real

I care about your feelings You ain't give a fuck about how I feel

Take my niggas, switchin' on me Don't know bout it, never give it real

Fuck a nigga, two shots to the head Ain't talkin' Michael Phelps

Know that this a dirty game I gotta play the cards I'm dealt

You told me that you wanted me I seen the difference

It's always the opponent niggas want me missing

Lock off your gram, get active Don't you act me in your mentions

Them niggas just numb factors Keep them bitches out your business

I been findin' me ways to get paid Used to sit on my ass every day

Looked up to the Lord and I prayed I'm me, I ain't never gon' change

Fuck bitches, I wanna get paid They slow, they been ridin' my wave

And if I got what that shit you say I'm takin' that shit to the grave

Ah, you always let me fall