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Brrt, hello
And I called your phone a hundred times before I even came to this conclusion
And you think I don't understand, but
I'm on a whole 'nother level, you the one that really don't understand
Nothing that I got going on

I don't have time for none of these games
Don't understand why you wanna keep playing
I got lots of woe-woe's and a lot of stains
And in my three years, a whole lot done changed
And in these three years, a whole of pain
I looked at my shirt, had a whole lot of stains
They tried to jack me, don't know wherе it came
Dracula n***as tryna use they fangs
In my three yеars, met a whole lotta lames
I met some good people, forgot all they names
And my girl like a Backwood that come with the veins
I don't really want it but I can't explain
I go to the back of this girl and I can't lose my pace
Vibration always be breaking the vase
She unbuckle my BB like I'm Lil Wayne
Her bandana tied just to keep her hair laid
And my bandana tied 'cause you know what I bang
Bandana santana, I can't feel my face
I close my eyes, close my hands, pardon my face
But you know Uzi not talking T. D. Jakes
I told the jeweler don't flood out the face (At all)
Factory time when I look at the date
Okay, you gotta go, gotta get out my place
No, I don't save, I don't save, got no cape