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I aint with that negativity, but that shit my ability
Bitches dumb they on my phone and tryna fuck with me
Girl I told you many times that I'm staying DTB
You be in my way you aint my responsibility
She tryna hold me, hold me up for ransom
Girl I'm way too classy I could fuck you in that phantom
Blowing up my phone with some shit that be random
Say you wanna pullup and just fuck to our own anthem
Glock 17 on his body and watch the bullets spray
If he talking on my fam Imma pop him in his brain
Man I really went through hard times, but I aint really on that
But I know some killers who gon shoot and is really on that
Im a young ass kid and I'm really misunderstood
They look at me like I'm a thug that used to trap in the hood
I look at them confused like why you on bout what my business say
I be writing stories bout my life but they aint even care
They be pointing fingers at me like they want me off the charts
They centered around theyselves like how these bitches act like bots
I just seen myself confused but I'm still writing hella art
I can't lie I aint finished I got some greatness from the start
They gon point a middle finger at me like these hoes be dropping me
I be really on that grind like they gon try and copy me
Try to purge my name but they aint see just what they missed from me
Fuck a deal I'm on my own so yall cannot just leach from me
I said fuck my ex, she a dumb ass hoe
She gon text my phone asking wheres my clothes
I said girl I aint seen your shit no more
You a broke ass hoe, you a broke ass hoe
I said fuck my ex
Yeah fuck my ex
Ohh, fuck my ex
Yeah I said fuck my ex
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