Memo

No surprise it's just to late Been had the bread I'm bout to get this cake Don't worry about it We all meet our fate Im out the way up in a bitch face My ways different no shape shifting I stay hitting cause I hate missing Aint with the sneak dissing with fake switches I'm with some money getting everybody shitting It's UFO This Two-Flows Where I'm at tho, Not the old me that's that Crack flow that's a used to be moving funds now smoothly Trap God with the forties Aint playing games I'm on timing Separate the two, I'm talking rhyming At the dinner table No wine n dinings If you ain't talking bread we ain't fucking signing After you put in pain ain't. No fucking crying I ain't fucking lying After you put in pain ain't. No fucking crying