Cash

Now a days ive been to high cross faded told her I don’t use condoms I like raw dogging it I done chased the bag

Never needed no dad grew up by myself I like my bitch thick with tattoos 
I don’t chase pussy it chase me pull up 

In the new whip let’s go I still make cash damn shawty you fumbled me now I’m to cold call me Jack Frost no diddy I just

Been dropping music & bitches you still tryna figure out if I’m worth it now a days I see love differently been hurt to

Many times she got good legs let me put them in the sky I can take you far 
Really I keep a small circle cause to

Many played with my heart (uh huh) I’ve been in my mode so don’t get offended if I don’t respond cause in reality the 

Only one who don’t switch up is my money I just gotta make a quick decision demons tryna ruin my 

Life a lot sit back in my studio facing blunts till I stop crying tryna cop me 
Louie v I spent a check on my new 

Spot really tryna go far with this music feels like deaths around me this life is mine will I be okay all will be revealed 

In time chilling in my head a lot told my bitch to pull up so I can fuck her guts up (ha) damn I know she stalking me low

Key really I get lonely sometimes some days I smoke so much till my soul go to another universe I can drop a track then

Make a 100k taking all these drugs to the face jay to fine to many chase me but I’m not really up for relations

I’m waiting for my time my heart rate go sky high that’s only cause I never stop it’s like everytime I grind I end up 

By myself she asks why cause the devil steady tryna take my soul but I’m not picking up the phone when 

I’m alone I tend to think about how different my life could’ve been if I never fucked with women hope they 

Keeping my spot warm in hell they say Jay to broken if only they knew what 
I’ve been through I could’ve copped

Me a vvs instead I pay for therapy sessions no never mind really tired of conversations but I’ll be fine on my 

Own (wooow oh demons steady tryna take my soul but i can’t figure out why) heart racing pacing took to 

Blunts to the face now she crying 
Relax I was lying….

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