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A f**kin' Dodge Stratus
What up
Expressing myself

Uh, where did the love go
It seems like the world filled with hatred
God forbid that you make it
And your bank account ain't basic
Your girl above average
You a person with some status
You switch to a Ferrari from a f**kin' Dodge Stratus
They saying you changed
They can't understand to grasp it
Goddamn what a tragic
sh*t it's all like magic
If it ever disappear real lives are really here
The fake love and real love is all crystal clear
I can see that sh*t from a mileage away
Talkin sh*t but always smiling my face
Nеver been prouder to say
I don't want no fake friеnds on some industry sh*t
Being real is one way to gain enemies quick

Ooh (Mmm), had to shake these demons up off of me
Ooh (Mmm-mmm), don't want sh*t n***as offerin'
Ooh (Mmm, ooh yeah), 'nother lost boy is [heart-free?]
Find a new chore, playin' golf for me

I know the bills late, rent is due, sh*tty job interviews
So when a n***a vent to you
My problems [?]
How dare I complain about the spoils of fame
Its a n***a that will crash out to get up in my lane
See I don't have a therapist this rap sh*t I cherish it
And venting on the mic quite frankly is quite embarrassing
But this the only way I can express myself
We all tryna find the answers I can't guess myself
Last year I was broke as f**k and doors wouldn't open up
Now I can't roll with us somebody grab a rover tux
I'm sick of this
Feeling caged in like Nicholas
Blood pressure high stress levels is ridiculous
But never worries me this is therapy poetry
And I don't tell nobody about my problems so hopefully
This will have a muthaf**kin snowball effect
Don't mope or depressed just know y'all the blessed one (Love)

Yeah, yeah
(Ooh-ah, save yourself)
Rattpack, mothaf**ker, what's up?
(Ooh-ah)
Haha, you know you gotta put a stamp on it, ayy
(Don't need no help)

Destined for a life behind bars
But now where I'm living is gated I made it
Made million on millions I'm elated
But never outdated I move with the times
Do whatever suits me like Louis Vuitton one of a kind, the don
A legend that destined to pass the baton and so on
I don't mean to go on, but (Go on), okay, fine
I'ma get mine
No shade let me shine and do time
My rhyme is nothing but classic
Most people fake nothing but plastic get ya ass kicked
Quit take a sip
b*t*hes know I'm packin like a trip
Now get the f**k off my d**k, I'm just a man
Bullsh*t make me sick, good pu**y make me c*m
Most never make it where I'm from
Feel the kicks of my soul
Getting money was the goal now its be a good person
What you thinkin' 'bout? What you thinkin' 'bout?
What you thinkin' 'bout, Bobby?

Yeah
Ooh-ah, save yourself
Ooh-ah, don't need no help

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