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Back Then

 

I remember days Ian even have no food 
Tryna stay in school but dem folks ain’t teach me sht
Failing all my classes got me feeling like some shit 
Different day but a nigga wore the same shit 
Momma den have no money for different outfits 
Prolly wore the same cloths back in 06 
All I ever wanted was some money and a fit 
Never stressed bout a bitch cuz I kept a bitch 
Prolly gotta tell y’all that time that I trusted that bitch 
I finally realized that these bitches they just want some dick 
And that these bitches gonna walk out if u ain’t got shit
Better keep yo mind on the money and not a bitch 
Cuz these bitches they slimy they will go fuck yo homie 
Never once did I think my hitch will fuck my homie 
Till I went thru they phone and caught them sexting on me 
Claim you do right but you always doing wrong on me (x7) 
Ya I’m rapping and I’m snapping that patron on me 
Never thought I’ll get caught lacking till they clapped on me 
Rip to lil fizzle they clapped my lil nigga

 

 

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