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Ayy boy, let me ask you what's real love The type you can feel love
Constructive criticism when you not doing your best
This toxic love is all we know It come with the best sex
But nigga I've been rapping like the rent due
Because it is, my momma working two jobs Just so I don't see my ribs
She got an unfamiliar past so I hated her for it
Like why you working so hard, they barely paying you for it
A classic blueprint, whatever the shoe fits Never had my own room growing up, so I stayed
Inside Lenses and caterpillars, 14 getting fried
And shit nigga I been, just like my father Hurting whoever I love and hussling like I'm
Carter Just for that funk, that sweet, that nasty
That Louis, that chrome For that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
Louis, that Gucci, that chrome For that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
Louis, that Gucci, that chrome For that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
Louis, that Gucci, that chrome
I been looking for real love
Try not to conceal love Don't know how to feel love
Been trying since I doubled to nine, talking 18 Grandma died, dreams killed, brain fried
Pour me another to get me through another night
Still 21, rapping out of spite Trying to prove to an ex I can do this right
Why the fuck am I trying to do this right
Didn't know how to spend my nights, so I stayed inside
Sitting at this mic, trying to catch me a vibe, but
God damn, it's been a couple years, but
Mid-20s kicking me, I can't lie, but I'm
Better than I was, and somehow I'm still down, huh
Better than I was, and that's nothing to be proud of
Better than I was, and somehow I'm still down, huh
Better than I was, and that's nothing to be proud of