Same Luv
I don't wanna stress not gone talk about it
Come to find out better off without ya
Did you get the press read all about it
Not takin no threats put the chalk around em
I take the smoke to brain
Hope it don't drive me insane
They throwing dirt on my name
Them folks don't love me the same
You gotta be patient bout me baby
Rule number one I don't need you
Why you take it out on me baby
You must want me to leave you
Yo ass fake no ass shots
Bitch ima player not a mascot
Yo friends hate they mad thots
Henny to the face till the pass out
You gotta focus on me baby
Rule number two do ya homework
Take em school I'm the dean baby
Boi keep yo eyes on yo own work
Wassup with that head do that dome work
Yea i wanna Fuck run that dome first
If I pop out with paper it's gone hurt
But I'm over my haters they under Earth
Its a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta get on the grind
A lot these bitches is blind
They can't see you till you shine
Its a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta get on the grind
A lot these bitches is blind
They can't see you till you shine
I don't wanna stress not gone talk about it
Come to find out better off without ya
Did you get the press read all about it
Not takin no threats put the chalk around em
I take the smoke to brain
Hope it don't drive me insane
They throwing dirt on my name
Them folks don't love me the same
I don't feel the same love
Why they change up
I don't feel the same love
No wonder they hate us
Come to find out better off without ya
Did you get the press read all about it
Not takin no threats put the chalk around em
I take the smoke to brain
Hope it don't drive me insane
They throwing dirt on my name
Them folks don't love me the same
You gotta be patient bout me baby
Rule number one I don't need you
Why you take it out on me baby
You must want me to leave you
Yo ass fake no ass shots
Bitch ima player not a mascot
Yo friends hate they mad thots
Henny to the face till the pass out
You gotta focus on me baby
Rule number two do ya homework
Take em school I'm the dean baby
Boi keep yo eyes on yo own work
Wassup with that head do that dome work
Yea i wanna Fuck run that dome first
If I pop out with paper it's gone hurt
But I'm over my haters they under Earth
Its a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta get on the grind
A lot these bitches is blind
They can't see you till you shine
Its a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta get on the grind
A lot these bitches is blind
They can't see you till you shine
I don't wanna stress not gone talk about it
Come to find out better off without ya
Did you get the press read all about it
Not takin no threats put the chalk around em
I take the smoke to brain
Hope it don't drive me insane
They throwing dirt on my name
Them folks don't love me the same
I don't feel the same love
Why they change up
I don't feel the same love
No wonder they hate us
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Writer(s): Javontae Azcona
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