Mystry

No more No more Hate for black ones Paid get to the bag (huh) Race if you a fast runner Change if you are on one No more No more Hate for black ones Paid get to the bag (huh) Race if you a fast runner Change if you are on one You know you need to flip the script bro Don't act like a bitch that is on her menstrual That's probably why you keep failing all your tests bro Cuz your mind is developed like one of these little hoes Tryna get compliments from all your lil flaws Like who the f*ck are you stop breaking the law When I do my own shit I do it on the low Stealing, check fraud, all of the above Don't worry about me just get to the money, bro I learnt all the lessons so I could indulge Bought my bitch a new bag shaneanea on the corner Ain't no Way that bitch just put that bag on the floor I'm sipping on wine yeah, I'm sipping in decores I've got alcoholic tendencies. What else would I do? It's just some shit I developed way before high school They keep on saying I'm a minute, man Pop beans and pop threes I don't wanna feel again She's smiling she laced it never gonna trust again Isn't this shit basic you don't got no love for me Stop saying you do you don't got that shit for me Everything we've been through all that shit is history Isn't that it? Isn't that the biggest mystery?