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Yeah, uh, Uh. I love You too, man. Yeah, I'm still dough hunting, froze busting, shit got my Nose running. I don't owe nothing and told nothing, And you can't hold nothing. Bitch please, who you Thought you was? You gotta be kidding me, shitting Me. Gotta run up a sack to come and Live with me. I keep this shit real authentic, It got them feeling me. Dealing with some things, My nigga in that penitentiary. Cold life, it wasn't easy, I never thought it Would be. Trying to turn my dollar and a Dream to what it could be. John Cena to these broke niggas, now they ain't Seeing me. The old homies talking down but wishing That they was me. Big boss pace, I take A break, yeah, when the game stop. Coronavirus ain't stopping this bag, I need my Jackpot. Back in high school while you was working On that laptop, I was shooting dice in the Hallway until I cashed out. Had a job for one week, it taught me Take the fast route. Coulda died a couple times, Plenty times assed out. Living crazy on my baby, I put that on My unborn. Smoking killer with a killer, He loyal to the gun war. I be going through these things you never knew That I'm too young for. If I could, I'd Be on this bitch singing like I'm YoungBoy. Let me talk to FIFA. I'm a vet, yeah, I'ma do my best. We fight all the time, But God knows right here in my chest. My nigga fighting life and venting to me, it Make me feel a mess. I'm speaking for the Helplessness, this world full of distress, nigga. Ignorance is bliss, we made decisions that we Shouldn't have. Product of the streets, two dead Beats feel like the same dad. Share the same struggle, nothing perfect but this Picture frame. From having hoop dreams to life Forced me to the fast lane. Fast money, fast cars, hellcats and hood rats. Friends getting killed and bro keep whacking out his Gang tats. Taking on beef that he don't know Nothing about because his household broken. Mama never at the house or maybe always at The house that ain't showing no example. How to go to school or get some real Money like he planned to. Rappers is the idols till a rapper become a Rival. All we do is hate each other, you Can read that in the Bible, nigga. Bible, nigga. Where daddy? I love you too, man
AFN Peso — Love You Too
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