| Playboy on this bitch but he ain’t playin' tho
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| Go, now I can’t be saved
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| No matter what I do they say that I’m wrong
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| Everybody postin' shit that could put me in a cage
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| That shit so hurtful they gon' drag me 'til they see me go
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| When they bring up my name they gon' speak on the problems
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| How the fuck I’m gon' know that she lovin' somebody?
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| How the fuck you gon' say I’m beatin' on somebody?
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| 'Fore I turned to that shit I’d step on somebody
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| I got money to make, I just gotta deposit
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| I’mma hop on a beat like a vet, I’ma ride
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| Everything that you saying you know that I copy
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| I come from the streets, I’m not worried 'bout nobody
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| It’s enough that I’m here by myself and you know how to touch me
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| Trust gon', thought you loved me
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| You postin' that shit so you really sayin' fuck me
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| Keep tellin' me shit like they tryna corrupt me
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| I ain’t do not a thing, that’s a regular problem
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| Everyday gettin' cussed out by my mama
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| Herpies in my blood and that shit got me cryin'
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| I really got feelings, you see without science
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| Somebody ain’t real, I’ma cut my alliance
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| I been through this shit now they tryna rewind it
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| I bury my dirt now they tryna go find it
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| Confirm everything, they’ll never confide it
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| While they focus on this and children out hear dieinn
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| But they say I promote it, they say I slang iron
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| They done said petty shit, that was time after time
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| But I know what I know, motherfuck all the lies
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| I see I cannot change my time, what’s left?
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| And I know they do not care, they gon' ride the wave (oh yeah)
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| And you see I do not care, gave her everything
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| Fuck everybody changed and fuck all these niggas ain’t true to the game
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| Motherfuck what they on, shoot 'em all in their bodies
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| I’m only 18 and they talk like I’m 80
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| Never knew it’d be this, startin' to hate that I made
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| I don’t fuck with that ho, I don’t care 'bout that baby
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| If you cheated you cheated, go fuck him again
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| On my soul if I could I’d kill him again
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| Nigga do what you want 'cause you never gon' win
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| All this money in my arm and I focused on friends
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| And they not a friend, if they let you do that embarrass yourself
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| I won’t say that it and perish myself
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| If I go back to jail that’s 10 on my belt
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| You can’t say that I don’t 'cause you how that I felt
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| When it come down to you I don’t care 'bout myself
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| When you given attention, you’re killin' yourself
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| Stop respondin', play the hand that you’re dealt
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| 'Cause you know I feel like fuck 'em and I’m thuggin' for real
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| 'Cause I know, if I fuck up my judge gon' touch me for real
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| So after that night I ain’t postin' her notes
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| Trash my life with a plaque on the shelf
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| The love that I got, I’mma wait 'til it melt
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| Rather knock someone down before they’d help bitch
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| Man fuck the media, how the fuck y’all keep slanderin' my name, I’m 18
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| Bitch I don’t think I did nothin' that wrong
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| And shit if I did whoever ain’t feelin' this shit, what it is nigga,
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| what you want?
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| Bitch you know what I’m on nigga, pussy ass boy
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| Bitch you better go get some money ya heard me?
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| 'Cause aye, the day shit something ever do happen to me I know what the fuck I
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| did
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| I don’t owe nobody shit, ya hear me?
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| But I don’t understand how y’all could just steady when y’all mouth about one
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| person
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| No matter how bad I try to do right they gon' blame me anyway
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| Bitch y’all can’t play me how y’all played him, 'cause guess what?
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| For one you ain’t gon' make me stress, for one bitch I’mma forever get shit off
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| my chest
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| I ain’t worried but nothin', that shit don’t hurt me, ya heard me?
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| Bitch I got my own problems and I’m happy with who I am
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| I wouldn’t have said what I said if I ain’t happy with who I am
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| Ya heard me? |
| I accept myself before anybody do
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| Nigga fuck you, I don’t know you anyway, you ain’t grow up with me bitch
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| I ain’t perfect, you ain’t perfect
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| Bitch I’m acceptable to myself tho'
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| Ya hear me? |
| and I know somebody’ll love me before your dawg ass do, yeah
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| Fuck the media and fuck the shaderoom too, bitch, broke ass muthafucka, ho |