77, Pt. 2

Whats life? Go to school get married have a fucking wife Na im good ima find another path Aint about to follow bullshit, Jesus Christ Oh thats offensive i dont give a f*ck Like niggas hoping fences after robbing brink trucks God this satan and jesus that Well im ya god hoe and i had enough I believe what i see i believe what i know Stand on my own word thats ten toes Now you wanna hit me up because im gettin noticed And i aint talking to one bitch thats ten hoes Yea yea im a changed man But im sorry hoe cant love you no more I mean we can still f*ck But if somebody ask ima act like i aint know Dressed real nice for my suicide But life treating me nice why would i wanna die Dead in the living room she fucking five guys But i expect that so why would i cry You a hoe and you a hoe forever Never touching me again like wearing mink pleather Treat me like im shit but hoe i feel like im better Im better, Better treat me like treasure Swear they wasnt fucking with me now they want some versus Always on my page i see you lurking Dead these niggas where the hearses You aint doing shit like jacking off with broke wrist Sometimes im an angel Sometimes im goin to hell Give a f*ck which way i go Nigga im still Corell