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This ain't your girl, you ain't got her on lock
I take her out, we eatin' seafood
Dissing is not enough
They're still talking, I wanna see them bleed too
I'm way too petty, I'm bringing it low
I'll take it to hell if I need to
Put it on God that you're better than me
It's a plain lie
Not too many backstabbers, I stay with the same guys
I had arguments with them but we still got the same ties (green)
Paint the room in vantablack, I'm never home in the daytime
How you doing, shawty? I'll take you out if you're down for it
Your man can get ruined, shawty
If he wants some beef, I got hounds for it
How you doing, shawty? I'll take you out if you're down for it
I get every type of bill, we ain't got the same type of pounds, shorty
This year, ain't got time for a lame
Apply what you want to your life
But it's a you problem, we never the same
Your girl, I'mma make her my wife
Can't hate on a player, you're bad at the game
At first, man, I wasn't her type
She loves me so much, I done made her get range
Not moving forward with this
I took the memo and I got to steppin'
There's a whole lot of morals to this
I took it to heart and it gave me a blessing
Held back, she an idol to me
Seen in myself and I took in the message
Thank God it was vital to me
I took it out before shit got domestic (huh)
You got a problem with me and my ways?
Get the trauma up out the equation
I'm doing right by the growth
But a lot of you see that I run out of patience
I hit the griddy on niggas
Fuck out the way 'fore you get fuckin' ate up
I'm feeling out of my shit
Jus like that nigga that's fuckin with Adolf
Run my pockets of truth, I don't got shit to lie about, nigga
Ego be talking for me but I got shit to cry about, nigga
I lost a part of my growth and I got shit to rhyme about
I took the time for the wrongful actions and accounted for them just to lie about them, huh
(I'm grieving)
I took the path for the same thing, huh, huh
She took it away for the main thing, huh, ha
She paint it out like I'm crazy, yeah
I'm on my own shit, girl, niggas is vaca
Yeah, I got an AK, I'm finna spray it like Rittenhouse
I'm on my edge lord shit
Just like y'all niggas was talking bout
I'm on the edge lord shit
I'm 'bout to take it to cottonmouth
I'm finna test more shit
I'm finna see what them commas bout (bleh)
I need some blues for myself
Sorry I'm not in the mood, it's the meds in my bag
Taking a toll on my self
I been on go for a minute, you need you some help
They just been waiting for my death
They just been waiting for me to run out, okay, uh
I won't call you back
I'm pretty sure you got that right
And I hate to tell you my feelings
You won't know if I'm alright
Always told you that I loved you
Might be different tonight
I cant tell you another way
Cause there's no way I'd be polite, huh
Okay, had her in the archives
Now she's texting back like "I need you"
This ain't your girl, you ain't got her on lock
I take her out, we eatin' seafood
Dissing is not enough
They're still talking, I wanna see them bleed too
I'm way too petty, I'm bringing it low
I'll take it to hell if I need to