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They been tryna tear me down Ask them bout it, They just playin

Only time my eyes close is Probably when I'm prayin

And this for all the haters They been out there Fuckin' hatin

Motherfuckers switched up on me But I can't trip on Runnin' to the money

One slip and it's no more love for me I done seen the Bottom of the bottom

And it wasn't sweet They was still askin' me to spot Him

I always gave it to him When it was my turn, nobody Got it

I can't forget, but I forgive I ain't forgettin' fuckin' Shit

I can never treat you like you my rib I don't need You If I catch you

I might beat you, Medusa Looked at my heart, it Turn to stone

I can't let no bitch spend the night If I don't bone

I can't get him, none of my attention Get up out my Zone

I know if I blow for real I can't stay up on city, I'm Gone

Get shot, they love you Then they hate you, that's The plot

It be ones that used to say they made you That shit Cost a lot

You gotta watch before they do you like you x

Or they'll do me like I'm Dolph Have these rappers really soft

Tryna have me in my tune like Laura Croft But I'm Hurts at the one

Now they can't stop me Give it to him sometime

Then they start to copy , she call me Poppy

I'll be back now, hola, mami Sa-sa-sa, I'm drunk and Sloppy

Oh my God, I'm gettin' cocky

I ain't always best at this shit I just stay the realest

Everything keep workin' out Like Planet Fitness, like LBJ

Damn, you just gotta fuckin' witness My rise up in This business

Do it slow and get with it I been feelin' like the Realest

Breathin', that's why I don't even wanna fuckin' Breathe

And I ask God so many times Like, can you take me, Father, please

Like, damn, I got up on These charges And won't Nobody hire me

I don't even like my job I hope these niggas fuckin' Fire me

I do it off my mom Yeah, she do one wanna inspire Me

My sister, I know you tired si But you gon' tire soon, Just wait and see

You can be whoever you want to fuckin' be You Already did this shit, I swear

Man, it's like a fuckin' dream I'm not good at makin' Love songs

Cause I can't stay in love long All my exes did me so Wrong

Like, let me pull these hoes, throw them down, spin Them around

What's in the walls? Cop a plan, BNC, you around

Half these bitches ain't shit But I fit cause I ain't on Shit

They done broke me down Just like I do with these Pounds

Remember I fell out with my bitch Cause you know I Wasn't shit

They told me do a trick I put three of these out the Fuckin' hat

This is my shit Tryna put the four on the map

Even though we lit I'm reloadin' the gat

Click, click, I got a mag in the bag In case they really Actin' rap

I'm really tryna sing Tryna get back in my bag

I'm the one up at the end Like you count that shit Back

When did Lil A.A. Ron really start to rap

I thought he just fuckin' trapped Thought Disrespected me, that choppa go black

Love for my fuckin' city I'ma probably get a tat up on My back

If I ever go plat Just gotta know you love me back

Might go to the hood and give her the whole pack

You know I just sold my fiends Crack, they waitin' for Me like he's back

I hope I don't relapse