Yeah, just stay away from me, yeah, just stay away from me, yeah, just stay away from me
Only f*cking with the people who can't relate with me
Done hurt so many people who had faith in me
It got me asking myself like- got me asking myself like
Like, where did I go wrong? Like, where did I go wrong? Like where did I go wrong? Like where did I go wrong
I don't even hate a soul, swear we had the same goals
So, where did I go wrong? Shit got my heart turning cold
Every bitch saying that they- every bitch saying that they
Every bitch saying that they bold, they ain't really bold
Knew you was gon' fold, said you jealous, bitch, that's a joke
I ain't really f*cking with you on the code
I done watched all of them 60 days, I ain't f*cking with you if you told
We leap, niggas like frogs, and I ain't a frog, bitch, I'ma toad
Got a Gen 5, niggas saying something, I'ma crash out, I'ma fold
How you gonna say you finna slide on me when my men live down the road
Only f*cking with the older women, all the younger joints grabbing poles
She said that she wet, I split the water open like Moses
And I can't give a f*ck about what you say, baby, I'm chosen
Uh, uh, uh, uh, she came back like she know
Uh, pull a stack out, she choke
Uh, nigga talking, but he know
Uh, I got blat in my, uh, uh, I got blat in my coat
Uh, Jojo, but I'm golden, I heard the weird ones really folding
Pass the stick to lil' bro, hit him
Eeny, miny, moe, uh, eeny, miny, moe, uh, eeny, miny, moe uh
Hit his ass with a uppercut, getting cash doing other stuff
I'm a nigga getting mother love, bird flying, I be fly like a dove
Niggas stinking Shawty need some dove
Michael Jackson got a gun in my glove
On ten, I done made bro run
Got a warrant, ain't on the run
I'm handling biz, standing on biz
I'm getting the biz, I'm getting these figures
I'm finna make money right off of this rap and f*ck around and probably learn me a trade
Be thinking bout ways, thinking bout other ways of getting paid
I stepped in Raf Simmons in a raid, I hit a diamond cutter Diamond Dallas Page
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Yeah, just stay away from me, yeah, just stay away from me, yeah, just stay away from me
Only f*cking with the people who can't relate with me
Done hurt so many people who had faith in me
It got me asking myself like- got me asking myself like
Like, where did I go wrong? Like, where did I go wrong? Like where did I go wrong? Like where did I go wrong
I don't even hate a soul, swear we had the same goals
So, where did I go wrong? Shit got my heart turning cold
Every bitch saying that they- every bitch saying that they
Every bitch saying that they bold, they ain't really bold
Knew you was gon' fold, said you jealous, bitch, that's a joke
I ain't really f*cking with you on the code
I done watched all of them 60 days, I ain't f*cking with you if you told
We leap, niggas like frogs, and I ain't a frog, bitch, I'ma toad
Got a Gen 5, niggas saying something, I'ma crash out, I'ma fold
How you gonna say you finna slide on me when my men live down the road
Only f*cking with the older women, all the younger joints grabbing poles
She said that she wet, I split the water open like Moses
And I can't give a f*ck about what you say, baby, I'm chosen
Uh, uh, uh, uh, she came back like she know
Uh, pull a stack out, she choke
Uh, nigga talking, but he know
Uh, I got blat in my, uh, uh, I got blat in my coat
Uh, Jojo, but I'm golden, I heard the weird ones really folding
Pass the stick to lil' bro, hit him
Eeny, miny, moe, uh, eeny, miny, moe, uh, eeny, miny, moe uh
Hit his ass with a uppercut, getting cash doing other stuff
I'm a nigga getting mother love, bird flying, I be fly like a dove
Niggas stinking Shawty need some dove
Michael Jackson got a gun in my glove
On ten, I done made bro run
Got a warrant, ain't on the run
I'm handling biz, standing on biz
I'm getting the biz, I'm getting these figures
I'm finna make money right off of this rap and f*ck around and probably learn me a trade
Be thinking bout ways, thinking bout other ways of getting paid
I stepped in Raf Simmons in a raid, I hit a diamond cutter Diamond Dallas Page
Only f*cking with the people who can't relate with me
Done hurt so many people who had faith in me
It got me asking myself like- got me asking myself like
Like, where did I go wrong? Like, where did I go wrong? Like where did I go wrong? Like where did I go wrong
I don't even hate a soul, swear we had the same goals
So, where did I go wrong? Shit got my heart turning cold
Every bitch saying that they- every bitch saying that they
Every bitch saying that they bold, they ain't really bold
Knew you was gon' fold, said you jealous, bitch, that's a joke
I ain't really f*cking with you on the code
I done watched all of them 60 days, I ain't f*cking with you if you told
We leap, niggas like frogs, and I ain't a frog, bitch, I'ma toad
Got a Gen 5, niggas saying something, I'ma crash out, I'ma fold
How you gonna say you finna slide on me when my men live down the road
Only f*cking with the older women, all the younger joints grabbing poles
She said that she wet, I split the water open like Moses
And I can't give a f*ck about what you say, baby, I'm chosen
Uh, uh, uh, uh, she came back like she know
Uh, pull a stack out, she choke
Uh, nigga talking, but he know
Uh, I got blat in my, uh, uh, I got blat in my coat
Uh, Jojo, but I'm golden, I heard the weird ones really folding
Pass the stick to lil' bro, hit him
Eeny, miny, moe, uh, eeny, miny, moe, uh, eeny, miny, moe uh
Hit his ass with a uppercut, getting cash doing other stuff
I'm a nigga getting mother love, bird flying, I be fly like a dove
Niggas stinking Shawty need some dove
Michael Jackson got a gun in my glove
On ten, I done made bro run
Got a warrant, ain't on the run
I'm handling biz, standing on biz
I'm getting the biz, I'm getting these figures
I'm finna make money right off of this rap and f*ck around and probably learn me a trade
Be thinking bout ways, thinking bout other ways of getting paid
I stepped in Raf Simmons in a raid, I hit a diamond cutter Diamond Dallas Page
Writer: Enrique Anderson
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