| I aim my pistol at your heart
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| That’s how I know it’s really beating
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| I was your band aid at the start
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| But now I’d rather see you bleeding
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| Back on my bullshit
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| Pull up on you, white Beamer
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| That’s cool whip
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| Bitches seem em, they screaming
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| The drool quick
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| Coliseums, I see em
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| My tour shit
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| Got me thinking like
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| I ain’t got love in my heart
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| For nobody that ain’t got love from the start
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| My stepfather text me and told me that
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| Mama died, ain’t have the balls for a call
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| Now he just taking the house and the wealth
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| Keep the life insurance bread for himself
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| Had the nerve to move a bitch in the house
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| And told grandma and grandpa he kicking em out
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| I aim my pistol at your heart
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| That’s how I know its really beating
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| I was abandoned at the start
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| But now I’d rather see you bleeding
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| (Back on my bullshit, Michael what)
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| (One, two, three, four)
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| Back on my bullshit
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| Pull up on you, white Beamer
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| That’s cool whip
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| Bitches seem em, they screaming
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| The drool quick
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| Coliseums, I see em
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| My tour shit
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| In my mind got your BM, in my DM
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| Trynna pull up in the in the PM
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| Ain’t no leaving
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| Fuck with the gang
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| And they leave ya with a seizure
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| Operation your gon need your anesthesia
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| Spot you like cheetah
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| My watch is sick, the rocks is sick
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| I seen your shit the opposite
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| My watch is sick, the rocks is sick
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| I seen your shit the opposite
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| That’s just the shit that I say
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| To contain all the hate
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| That I have in my brain
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| All I have is complaints
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| Got me going insane
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| Yeah, I’m fly
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| But I wish I could jump off this plane
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| Can’t nobody see the scars I got on my face
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| Can’t nobody see the heart I had
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| Don’t remain
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| Every time it beats, I beat myself up with shame
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| That’s the reason why I keep on aiming it
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| At your heart |