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Yea

Y'all know how I give it up

My mind on sunny days, shit been dark for dumb long long I misplaced Ray

-Bans was comin short, it's a strike to yo ego when the plans abort, police knockin at the door

Drinking cuz they poor, tailored is yo port

Results of being honest, got em yankin on my cord

I light gas to they fort, I pull chips from they board

Them other was niggas never hardwired they got a short

Pullin up my britches air my laundry out and sort

Out the dirty linens I spilled bleach on my shorts

My ex tapped my line randomly like ion fuck wit you

My other ex hit my line like Micah I really fuck wit you

But from a distance cuz it's better that way

She said I heard It ain't nothin new it's reminisces Drake

That's a very high mistake

But I left her on read cuz I ain't know what else to say

A one text response a convo that I escaped

But I made sure she know I was thankful I gave her thanks

I hope you happy wit ya new man

I professed my love for you you ain't fall I ain't trippin

You ain't take a chance…

Or maybe you did but I missed it

Our love was the type that came from a genie bottle I wished it

But oh well, hair nappy like Jigga

Invites to Book of Hov and walked in like I'm that nigga

Cuz that I'm that nigga

Tho sometimes I fall short

Yea

They say you deeper than we thought we know

You got the type of shit that make a nigga wanna grow

You got the type of shit that make a nigga wanna grow

What more they want from me

What more they want from me

What do they want from me

What more they want from me

And this how I'ma go out

What do they want from me

What more they want from me

And we gon' fade this out

What more they want from me