still the same

I'm in the range, they ain't knowing where I'm at
I got a bag, this shit still the same
I got a bitch, and she Mary Jane
I'm wit yo hoe, and she giving brain
She probably fucking on the gang
Tryna work on my aim, Nigga in the range
Yeah, This shit still feeling the same
Thrax, Thrax, I've been moving off the pack
Nigga you mad, NIgga you mad
I had to get me that bag and I ran it up any chance that I had
That nigga still talking on me, that nigga a pussy
That nigga a cat
That boy ain't get no funds
That boy ain't get no love
You broke nigga you a bum
You talking on me, but you in the slums
You talking on me, Hit you wit the drum
She keep saying Thrilly number one
And she in the whip, and that hoe tryna fuck
Fuck, fuck
Really I don't give a fuck who you is
I be posted with a bad hoe, dancing on my shi
And I had to get that shit quick
I do not care bout the shit that i did
She want some money but I ain't gon split
I sent her ass back to the crib
I'm in the range, they ain't knowing where I'm at
I got a bag, this shit still the same
I got a bitch, and she Mary Jane
I'm wit yo hoe, and she giving brain
She probably fucking on the gang
Tryna work on my aim, Nigga in the range
Yeah, This shit still feeling the same



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