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Said a nigga better scram Before them rounds hit ya mans Gotta green hand, turn a pound to some grams Prolly turned a quarter pound to a band Fluid ounces of red turned the Mountain Dew to meds It went down hit the fan, turned a child to a man You turned a rat to a wife I turned his spouse to a fan To my house from the gram From the Couch to the bed Made her laugh, in the end turned her smile to sum head And told her beat it, with both hands and no teething She crazy wit the head, bow legged with no cleavage She thinking we a thing when I'm single That's the same reason that my fans heated, my projects got no features That's because I'm unique a commodity not frequent I gotta choose peace so she blocked and we not speaking Should've swallowed your pride, ego Can't find me in two people Don't bother to try linking, bitch beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it No one wants to be defeated She tweaking Ima leave her miserable, weak, speechless I'm healing so PG went from tender to P, single And now I'm onna prowl Had slowed down on them pounds but now they onna ground He played bout them royalties and now they on his crown I done cut the pork out and now I'm on Halal And I'm the damn goat, tryna swang the lambo Call me crazy, but I paint a picture"Kayy Whyy Van Gogh" I get paid off every seven, know I'm making extras The K banana clip is shaped just like a waning crescent Try to take advantage, a mistake, an error Appreciate my effort before I play this sample Beat it, and no call and dialing me up Bitch grieving, and apologizing for what Bitch keep it That's your fault for not thinking too far Do not need it at all You do not mean it The soft spot weakened, is strong now Me and you part Can not rekindle sparks And you sleep in the dark with those sheets that you thought to make the bed with How you feeling bout it ever since? Very dumb, Regretful? You dread it? Yea I bet bitch