| The game ain’t based on sympathy
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| I’ll leave at that
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| Yeah, I want this shit to bleed
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| Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck
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| I gotta flex, shit on my ex
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| You not my bih', you did me wrong
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| Feel like I can’t even call you my ex
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| I gotta flex, diamonds and checks
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| All of the shit that you did just to flex
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| How you gon' shit on the kid just to flex?
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| How you gon' shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?
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| Gimme a sec
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| Check, went to jewelers to a fuck a Patek
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| Wylin' out for respect
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| Shawty, why can’t you love me?
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| Five bands, spending lovely
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| Wrist cuts, get you glitz’d up
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| Have you lookin' like you still love me
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| Why can’t you love me?
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| You got somebody
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| You cannot trust me
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| I cannot trust me
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| Yeah, Audemar wrist, tattoo on my neck
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| I gotta flex, shit on my ex
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| You not my bih', you did me wrong
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| Feel like I can’t even call you my ex
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| I gotta flex, diamonds and checks
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| All of the shit that you did just to flex
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| How you gon' shit on the kid just to flex?
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| How you gon' shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?
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| I want this shit to bleed
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| Yeah, count the baguettes, I need to flex
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| Need to do something to shift all the stress, yeah
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| 'Cause I can’t make you love, I can’t make you love me
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| Damn, I wished you loved me
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| Damn, I wished you loved me
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| Wasn’t it so lovely? |
| Wasn’t it so lovely?
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| When you used to love me?
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| And do you still love me?
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| Why can’t you love?
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| Why don’t you love me?
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| Why don’t you love me?
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| Why don’t you love me?
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| Why don’t you love, yeah
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| Went to trenches, came back to a nigga
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| You flew away and came back to a nigga
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| You used to keep it so thorough, then when you would come around you wouldn’t
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| dab all my niggas
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| I love myself when I was in the trap
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| I love myself when I was in the trenches
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| I love my love for people when I used to see 'em walk beside 'em sleeping on
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| the benches
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| But one day you saw me and you held me down
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| Kept it real and shawty you held it down
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| Wasn’t nothin' niggas could tell me now
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| Wasn’t nothin' I couldn’t sell out
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| I just had to get the money and get it
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| Got the product, stack it, flip it and split it
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| With my niggas in the trenches
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| Baby, you the one that held a niggas down and I will not forget it, yeah
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| You loved, you loved me
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| You loved, you loved me
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| You loved, you loved me
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| Back to my ways, I’m going back to my ways
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| Audemar Patek the face
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| I can’t go back to your place
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| It bring me back to the days
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| Back in the day
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| How the fuck you let him kiss on your face?
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| How you had him all up back in your place?
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| Had another nigga sit in my space
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| Tryna give another nigga my place, oh no
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| No, no, no, no
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| Lil' bitch |