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INTRO Lyrics by M.I.L.O M.I.L.O
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Not even blood would tell the truth, why would I ask shit
I know a girl who takin' pics and now she bashin
Makin' dancehall in my city, bitch, I turned that to a fashion
Niggas ain't gon' say it, but they know that ain't no cap shit
Y'all rappin' for the clout, y'all only writin' for the captions
I do it every day, bitch, I swear that ain't no cap shit
This shit really my passion, many times I've been too passive
You niggas ain't bout action, you flashin, but ain't snappin
Whenever we go down memory lane, we still remember this
I kinda miss my old flame, old time, she at my residence
She bold, she think she melanin, tryna be somethin, but not president
They sick, they need this medicine, call her Coco, O.T. Genesis
Tryna climb this mountain, what I want is just the biggest one
Leanin, it's the steepest one, keep askin' when I'm droppin
Know you people bout to trigger somethin
Songs from years ago, they haven't heard, they still amazed about it
Brothers postin' snaps, so outsiders feel a way about it
People from the past say they hate me, so they love me probably
Never tell a nigga to get by if you ain't talib kweli
200 degrees outside because I'm spittin' still
Swervin' different lanes, I feel like Pop the way we spinnin' wheels
And I got a lot of brothers, cause they funny kills
And your circle lookin' fake, you niggas funny still
Only way you make real money if you make funny deals
And I know it don't feel right, but that shit money still
I just can't let my kids feel what I could feel
And I only got a few, but all my niggas real, yeah
And yours all funny still, listen
Momma flyin' free for life, she gave her 20 years
Tryna make M's just for her, cause she cried plenty tears
Me and my siblings, seen, momma cry for plenty years
I was slackin, I fell down, I had to get in gear
Man, just wait till all my niggas get to feel it too
And I'm writin' this on Tommy Hilfiger sheets
And you know the beat been thumpin' through these beats, yeah
I keep the bars over heats
I hate that they spinnin' the story the way it wasn't
Fresh up out the booth send a file and my niggas buzzin
The fact that you can act like some shit that you really wasn't
It broke me to the point I would sub ya
I was mad that I did it, cause I know later I'll love ya
Just don't think I could trust ya
Down a deficit, but managin' a come back
They saying that they did this and they done that
Congrats, but bro, I done that
Sorry that I ran on your parade
Just can't persuade me on occasion
Cause I fell for it in phases
I can't worry about the past, I'm tryna make it
And I, I can't worry about the past, I'm tryna make it
And I, yeah, listen, I, RIP to all my souls what a demise
It made me cry so much, it ran me dry
I only cry once now, it ain't a vibe
But what would I do if you die
I really couldn't paint the picture
If you die, I think I'll die with ya
I know you lived it hard, I really hope that God get ya
I still love you even though you in the past picture
You just a bitch and that's for real
So I can't rock with ya, yeah
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