Oh yeah
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Poor lost soul
Getting old
Truth be told...
Creepy lil' bitch, fake ass clique
No wonder why you shitty, bitch you such a pessimist
I can't entertain your shit, but imma use it as a hit
It's funny 'cause you love me, all this hate it feel like bliss
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', stuntin'
You love it, you drugged up like your cousin'
He got it then you got it
Don't buy it but they bought it
Demand high, know who got it
Your man high, mine supplyin'
Google maps couldn't help ya, guess you picked the wrong route
People can't stand you 'cause you start from your mouth
Keep your shit organized, don't let me crawl all around
You can think you're well made but I will bring you to the ground
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
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Oh yeah
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Poor lost soul
Getting old
Truth be told...
Creepy lil' bitch, fake ass clique
No wonder why you shitty, bitch you such a pessimist
I can't entertain your shit, but imma use it as a hit
It's funny 'cause you love me, all this hate it feel like bliss
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', stuntin'
You love it, you drugged up like your cousin'
He got it then you got it
Don't buy it but they bought it
Demand high, know who got it
Your man high, mine supplyin'
Google maps couldn't help ya, guess you picked the wrong route
People can't stand you 'cause you start from your mouth
Keep your shit organized, don't let me crawl all around
You can think you're well made but I will bring you to the ground
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Poor lost soul
Getting old
Truth be told...
Creepy lil' bitch, fake ass clique
No wonder why you shitty, bitch you such a pessimist
I can't entertain your shit, but imma use it as a hit
It's funny 'cause you love me, all this hate it feel like bliss
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', stuntin'
You love it, you drugged up like your cousin'
He got it then you got it
Don't buy it but they bought it
Demand high, know who got it
Your man high, mine supplyin'
Google maps couldn't help ya, guess you picked the wrong route
People can't stand you 'cause you start from your mouth
Keep your shit organized, don't let me crawl all around
You can think you're well made but I will bring you to the ground
Where'd you go? You poor lost soul
Truth be told there's broken roads
Don't need your mold
Don't need your hold
Foot on your throat, you reap what I sow
Writer: rabia shohatee
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