XO Freestyle (Heartbreak)

This was our song
This was our song
Uzi hit a wit a
(Uzi) You alright?
This was our song
This was your song
Never will I ask you if
(Uzi you alright)
Again, no
I don't think you cared at all
Like my taxes I'm gone write it off
Keep it street so I'm gon go an ball
So it all
I don't give no at all

Yeah
I don't give a at all girl
You clearly wanted to see me fall yo
Tried to take me for a ride
But it was in her eyes
I could see all the lies
So
I'm gon get this bread
Countin up these checks
Runnin up these checks
Gettin to these checks
Countin up these checks
Tried to use my body for sex
And leave my heart depressed
So I'm gon count this bread

I'm gon get this bread
Ya
I'm gon count this bread
Ya
Smoking on my meds
Aye
Ease my heart an chest
Aye
Fuck on a new bitch
Aye
That's what I do best
Aye
Talk that shit get pressed
Aye
Yo bitch will get blessed
She will get blessed
Aye patna don't play
Trap house we got K's
Bitch she tried to make plays
Caught her up in her ways
Now her emoji sad face
Wtf she thought she was gettin over
You ain't baking if you got that soda
My crew dogs but none of em Rover
Real when I cop that rollie
Let's eat
Pour my heart in these beats
No love for these freaks
I'm goin hard in these streets
Countin up till I sleep
I'm breakin bread wit my peeps
Can't break a heart with no feeling There
String me along yeah I ain't feelin That
F you, you ain't really care
Lost Lebron for a chippendale
Yo
I don't miss an tell
No luck no wishin well
If you living free than you living well
My lil ones locked they live in hell
Just put in work until Big Ben free
I'm with my dead friends
Jackson's Bengis
Love is rage just like Uzi
Dam love is rage just like Uzi
Ain't that a
No convo for
My wrist and neck gettin rich
Who the is this
Got a lil woe who gon work the Strappy
Balenciagas when she get up happy
Yo girl she call me pappy
When I get behind her she gon call Me daddy
Like woah
This is our song
This is our song
Hit her on the first night then I'm Dippin out
Aye
I'm dippin out
Yeah I'm dippin out
Draped wit so many blue hundreds They think I'm crippin now
reach but I teach
Don't bring sand to the beach
I ain't been to sleep in a week
out the trenches so a Gotta treat the streets that's facts Look
It's crazy how I'm feelin now
Bucket list ill give a million out
diss me we gon see you out
Can't wait for later man I need it now
In that field you gon see me plow
These old
Like CD-ROM
My
Know I'll never leave em out
Baby daddy trippin
We gon clean em out

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