F.W.Y.H! E

Yeah. I fell in love with the Trish. Pouring, watching it mix. Said she in love with the dick, uh. Everybody can't be rich, Off a 30, I'm a itch, yeah. My plug first name Hector. Shoot 100 out a vector. You can't ball, you a specter. She can't call if she mess up. On my balls, I blessed her. She want all my nectar. Got my phone, I sexed her. More mills than Ezra. My lil' bro got him a Tesla. She not the main shit, extra. All straight A's, I test it. Feel like I'm losing all but my mind now. And that shit getting harder to find now. Finding it easier wasting time now. And now I'm steady dodging in and out of Purpose, baby. Devil working. Don't know I'm working too. Wish you could fit these shoes. My feet be hurting, dawg. Stepping on business, busy pissing on thoughts of Repentance. Fuck your advice, I never listen, Busy working, dawg. Chasing danger over chasing cream and living dreams. Got a bullet for every dollar, how it need To seem. 'Cause once it's sewed together, Niggas stitched with brighter beams. Aim for the guala and your collar, hit a Tag team, whoa. Going out like I really hate showing out. While piece of me want you to love me. Silly route, gunning for a bigger mouth. So your wife of six years fucked me. Sin of a lovely. Ain't with the trusting, but Love the lusting. Starting to get too much. Starting to get too much. I fell in love with the Trish. Pouring, watching it mix. Said she in love with the dick, uh. Everybody can't be rich, uh. Off a 30, I'm a itch, yeah. My plug first name Hector. Shoot 100 out a vector. You can't ball, you a specter. She can't call if she mess up. On my balls, I blessed her. She want all my nectar. Got my phone, I sexed her. More mills than Ezra. My lil' bro got him a Tesla. She not the main shit, extra. All straight A's, I test it. Final destination, I'm just waiting for my train, Huh. Get to Heaven, tell God that I'm dying By my chain, huh. Watch Him tell me I'm afraid to say, "Son, You here," huh. Look down at my bullet wounds And start pushing out tears, like. Then He tell me, "Boy, that shit ain't matter In the end." I reply like, "That shit all That mattered to me and my friends." Then I realized I went blind and lost my Way. This was 'bout art from the heart, But started wanting fame. Ain't that 'bout a bitch? Tainted love, soft sells. Keep my emotions on the push and shove. Spot in Hell, my angels floating on a boat Above. Time will tell, 'less I pick my phone Up to hit the plug. Need the smoke on it, huh. Free smoke, I'm on it, huh. Show my opponent, uh, how crazy this shit be. That my main opposition is me. This mirror make me see a killer built for Killing leagues. When really I'm needing some peace And sheets, nigga. Still I'ma ball, baby. 'Cause ain't no emergency contact when you fall, Baby. No call for suffering, healing, I do it all, baby. No time for fake caring, get that bag, that's Love, baby. Huh, huh, yeah.