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And she said, "Come my shit"
Won't give me no time 'less I promise her my dick
She my fan on her timeline but she send me nudes though
I know that she my bitch
I know that she mine and shit
I own her body, her soul and her mind and shit
Like we chill all the time and shit
But we just chill time to time and shit, yeah
That bitch so fine and shit, she need the finest shit
That wave on wave, yeah that black sheep Nirvana shit
Matt Wolf designer shit
That wave on wave shit
I hold hoes for ransom and pull hoes at random
One time for ransom, I need that and more like an animal
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga
They don't wanna see a nigga win, nigga
Uh, they don't wanna see a nigga win
My brother caught a case and did him ten
Came home and did another bid again, nigga, uh
Uh, my brother killed the family once again
Heard my momma snitching on my kin
To be honest, I ain't speak to her since, nigga
Coming from the north side, mic slimmer
Got drive like a chauffeur
Act like you be even knowin' what the crew do
I could hit you with the flow, with the voodoo, mic slimmer
Momma kicked the nigga out the house
And got me somewhere sleeping on the couch
Now we robbing niggas from the way
If niggas can't afford, we run a fade, yeah, uh
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga
They don't wanna see a nigga win, nigga
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga
They don't wanna see me win out in Venice
Or in a Benz all tinted
They want me timid and tentative
But I'm a ten to them
My brother wrote from the pen again
Had me feel like I'm ten again and I'm short on the rent again
Talking in my sleep and tossing and cursing softly
Lullabies and love and lies and murdered lives
And lies I've improvised with bias, it's like laundry
I just cycle, repeat, I'm a psycho
Life cycles like circles
Like these lights sparkle but they might hurt you
Like damn, I thought this came with a .45 and a blowjob
This rap shit ain't a joke, dawg
Rap bitches getting smoked
That's why a nigga smoke, dawg
I'ma have to punch that in