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Got me goin' bad, I'm not dealin' with my demons
Now I wanna leave, I can feel these n***as getting in your wa-a-ay
In your wa-a-ay
(Chu-Chuki got the sauce, b*t*h)

And I wish you the best, even though you got me f**ked up
And when I look back, I just wish I could have done it other wa-a-ays
But it's to la-a-a-ate now
And they say I switched up, b*t*h, ain't nothin' new
Yeah, I'm still with the gang, still with the same crew on my wa-a-ay
Uh, stil the sa-a-a-ame, yeah

I need a milli in the bank, don't need a milli on the wrist
Unless you cuttin' onions, I ain't cryin' 'bout a b*t*h
And you know that I will never talk, I plead the fifth
I ain't speakin' on my gang, no, I'll speak on Snip, yeah
This for my fam, this for my clique, yeah
I ain't trynna let you go, I'm losing grip, yeah
You takin' shots, 'cause you no longer in the picture
Think you not mad, but you be acting like a b*t*h, nah
Your love is fake, this sh*t is fiction
Don't know how to deal with pain, so I'ma sip some
I need rehabilitation
I'm trynna get over your love, it's an addiction

Got me goin' bad, I'm not dealin' with my demons
Now I wanna leave, I can feel these n***as getting in your wa-a-ay
In your wa-a-ay

Uh, it ain't easy for me movin' through this life
Sixteen years old, got surrounded by the hype (Sixteen)
And I ain't quick to catch a vibe (Nah)
But all the b*t*hes, they been on they sh*t, they trynna slide
Uh, and I'ma take 'em home
Don't tell my ex-girl, she prolly gon' hit up my phone
And I ain't here for the drama, I'm here for the commas
All my other problems I just gotta face alone

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