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You think dark loses you in our life?
Ied the dark
I. I was born. In it. Molded by it
Wait, wait, let me take
I didn't see the night until I was already alone while then it was nothing to me but brightness
Nigga get it right
He wanna fuck
I wanna fuck I'll hit him up at
Damn
Let me make it clear
You only see these bitches winning cause I ain't there running up a check by any means
My legs tired
He got got for selling dreams
He does a lot his head wired
Bro got wops so many fiends
The trapp ain't dead or expired
I got hot and left the hood alone
But still got hood ties
Locked in
Really think that I'm the reason bitches did it
I ain't bragging
Wanna have my money looking like a midget
I ain't telling how we it get on
I like your vibe I dig it
22 I part too
And I like bands and money digits
Anywhere I go I'm xanned
Tryna stop the shit but damn
If I ain't leaning then I'm tweaking
I need X to calm me down
Don't got X he got a P
See him crush it in his lean
I'm addicted I won't lie but surely
This niggas a fiend
Up and out I doubt he'll see me twice
Like how'd he see me once
Got home cheetah sheets, ashtray, blue runts
Hair done
New peddy
Bro just got a new spot
If he does numbers then I owe him
Cause them ways it's too hot
Told you all the stories this ain't fiction
Balamories
This is real life
Anytime we geeking I feel right
Coming up the way is up
Got bars for days I'm always flowing
She gives head and she ain't dead
This bitch is always blowing
Wear a vest or else be fresh to death
Cause these niggas stay clean
I had a dream I took an L
But that's what Molly does to dreams
I'm off a Xanax can you get me more?
Don't want to be mature
We had a date, then went to Zombieland
Popped one and popped some more
On the streets
I keep it G
But my ex knows me as a whore
He knows my body like my nigga
With the lean and how to pour
I'm off for pill right now I'm trying to keep my feet onto the floor
I changed his life
Cause hein't fucked with anyone like me before
If you can't love me with your friend all
That's friend or foe
You gotta go
I lowkey miss the days when I was pistol packing with my woes
I cut that bitch off
Leave that nigga too you're stepping on my toes Don't believe in me
I hate you b
That bitch nigga a hoe