| I owe you one, that’s fair enough, I know you
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| Ahh, ahh, yeah
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| You’ve been down for me since way before I ran it up
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| I was running them streets trying to slam dunk
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| And what I mean, no laying up
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| I owe you one, that’s fair enough
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| I know you sent them prayers up, thank you
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| And I’m sorry, something I can’t say enough
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| Can’t make up for the way it was, I wake up still holding a grudge
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| Really mad at myself for when I didn’t show you more love
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| All we got is right now to make it right
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| Get right, we gotta keep it right
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| All we got is right now to make it right
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| Get right, we gotta keep it right
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| I can’t sleep, this how I be some nights
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| Rolled the leaf and I need a light
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| Load a beat and I speak on life
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| Rolled the streets, seen police lights
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| So I went home, looked in the mirror and I didn’t know him
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| All of my habits expensive, especially like having like ten hoes
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| It’s been a minute, man I’ve been gone, she ain’t heard from me
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| Told me call her when I touched down like Joe Horn in the endzone,
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| but I didn’t though
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| I was probably with a nympho, and I barely even got her info
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| Pulled up in a Benzo, overqualified for the friendzone
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| Phone blowing u, and I’m getting blown
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| Need to grow up from the shit I’m on
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| If I tell the ho I don’t need her, first day I meet her, then did I lead her on?
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| I don’t like my ex, had to leave her 'lone
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| I don’t like to text, you might read it wrong
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| So I wrote a message and made a song
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| 'Cause I had you stressing for way too long
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| I’m sorry
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| You’ve been down for me since way before I ran it up
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| I was running them streets trying to slam dunk
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| And what I mean, no laying up
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| I owe you one, that’s fair enough
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| I know you sent them prayers up, thank you
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| And I’m sorry, something I can’t say enough
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| Can’t make up for the way it was, I wake up still holding a grudge
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| Really mad at myself for when I didn’t show you more love
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| All we got is right now to make it right
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| Get right, we gotta keep it right
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| All we got is right now to make it right
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| Get right, we gotta keep it right
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| Too many hoes in my call-log, refusing to fold or to fall off
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| Who would’ve known, I thought you was my homie
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| But you was my foe nigga all along
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| Move around, what’s that old shit got to do with now?
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| Too much emotion when you speaking now, should be reaching out
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| Plus I heard that you’ve been talking down
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| Put some respect on my name nigga
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| Never let none of this change a nigga
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| You just got off your grind, like you lost your mind
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| Then you wanna blame a nigga
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| Don’t remember nights from the days I was sipping
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| No I ain’t ashamed, I can say that I was tripping
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| Pussy niggas hate but I don’t pay them no attention
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| Now you ain’t in the play 'cause you weren’t playing your position
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| You’ve been down for me since way before I ran it up
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| I ran it up and you switched up, but guess what, I don’t give a fuck
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| I owe you one, that’s fair enough
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| You played me close, betrayed my trust, thank you
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| And I’m sorry, something you can’t say enough
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| Can’t make up for the way it was, I wake up still holding a grudge
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| Really mad at myself because I showed you too much love
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| All we got is right now
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| Nah we can’t make it right so don’t speak, alright?
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| All we got is right now, shit
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| Keep lookin', nigga gon' squeeze on sight
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| Yeah, bitch
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| I owe you one, that’s fair enough |