No Rose (Mamajuana Music)

Can't we get along
Last time I seen him
He was feening to brawl
See homie that is your flaw
You always getting involved
With niggas no good at all
Yeah Mirror on the wall
Who the realest of them of all
Point em out
Point em out
Let em know
who was paying rent up in that fucking house
Let em know
who the one who took out that V.I.M and put you in that Valentino blouse
Yeah I wonder who gone save you when that nigga really bounce
You could catch me hanging out
Yeah I'm married to the game but I never had a spouse
Me and Joey pulling twins and they white like Dylan Sprouce
(Oh)
(Really?)
I'm out of the dark
Hit it out of the park
You lit we could spark

Like Batter batter
Why would want her if I had her
Leak some nude and you get madder
Reputation splatter but Jodye don't slander
Spitting facts is the standard
Got tired of that fake shit
Looking at my friends list and all I saw was snake pits
Stacking all this bread better watch it who I break with
Ooh they undercover's
Oh they jacking we brothers
Ooh they saying that they love us
But it's conditional
You know see I'm missing you
But every season there's a different you
You see how it get difficult
Who am I to judge you on your rituals
You a character no role play
You probably think you find your soul mate at Chipotle
Hope you don't end up with an OJ
But Its your life it's okay
I'ma stay shut and get these bands like I'm Cold Play
Log off the gram
Tell me who feeling for you
You text me for money and I still give it to you
Crazy how you turn your back on me and I'm realest for ya