| Taylor told me that she’ll never leave me
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| And I get very sleep
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| I got a song with Post Malone but I ain’t heard it yet
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| I be hoping one day he release it
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| I be wishing I could keep my freedom
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| Must be something wrong with me 'cause I can’t keep my friends
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| I be praying for one lady know could see again
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| I be wanting to fly away but I ain’t Peter Pan
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| My lil' brother youngboy told me he look up to me
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| I don’t know why but he be feeling like it’s fuck me now
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| Back the car up, tryna see what all this fussing 'bout
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| My lil' nephew turned two, they say he cussing now
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| Meek Mill told me I should have at least fifty M’s
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| But what’s the point in you telling me if you ain’t gon' help me get it
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| Hope you waiting for me leaving halfway there
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| It’d change my life tonight if Donald Trump reduce my sentence
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| I could’ve played relations better with
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| I’m thinking back 'cause it’s a whole lotta things I should’ve did
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| I’m having problems showing people that I really care
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| I don’t know but I been thanking my jailor too much
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| I’m tryna take my time to try and be more affectionate
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| Pray for me so I could stand on my words and do better
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| We look better together, you ain’t got call, forever mine
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| I’ma get on that flight to wherever just to save face
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| I’m tired of sharpening metals more
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| I be hoping I don’t never need it
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| All this money make me feel I could do anything
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| I was reading 'bout lil' Blicky on the magazine
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| He lost his life to a gun, was only twenty-one
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| gave up on me and I ain’t take that easy
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| Got a song with Adam Levine but I ain’t heard it yet
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| I need a reload of that X, I’m tryna double stack
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| I’m going Pac 'cause I ain’t tryna catch a murder rep
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| I’m kinda tired of this fame and the internet
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| 'Cause they be playing with my name like I won’t kill a bitch
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| They be hating, throwing shade like I ain’t killing shit
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| I’m sliding in a GLS with a dirty K
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| I’m tryna take my time to try and be more affectionate
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| I’m sliding in a GLS with a dirty K
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| I need a reload of that X, I’m tryna double stack
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| I’m going Pac 'cause I ain’t tryna catch a murder rep
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| I’m kinda tired of this fame and the internet
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| 'Cause they be playing with my name like I won’t kill a bitch
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| I’m sliding in a GLS with a dirty K
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be alone |