Kunci: G# minor
Intro 1
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Em
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Em
Verse 1
I ain’t with that rah- rah shit
C
Everybody racing to get the same plate
nigga I ain’t with that Popeyes shit.
Once you hit a certain point we all
get the same hate.
We grew up the same way.
Spent a lot for a lil chain but it
came with unlimited brain.
Nigga my heart felt unlimited pain.
I ain’t gon we ain’t gon
never be the same
Em
Cause I’ll never be a never
be a never be a lame.
C
Never need one never keep one
You paid for that bullshit get a refund
Momma bought a Cadillac for the deacon
She ain’t even get to ride
in the bitch at least once.
They screamed when we lost but
not when we won.
Ain’t never roll a blunt I was my
rolling sleeves up.
Shorty dropped out now
she be t’d up
Went from straight A’s to get
Crazy what will these women
Crazy what these women
won’t do to please them.
You ain’t gotta jump off of the
deep end
You’ll never get that validation
you seeking
Prolly never quit just change the reason
No can’t talk kuz me i need to see the cheese and everything
it brings except the R A T S. And i know sick of me
Verse 2
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Hook: I know you sick of me
leaving
But I need it
Like me breathing
I got my reasons
You can’t see it
But it’s decent
Gave my heart
Now Ima keep it
All these leaches
All these beaches
All these demons
All these preachers
All that freaks
All that reaching
I don’t need it
But to each his own
Verse 3
To each a bone
C
Bitch take me off speakerphone
Em
Why you never call when you be alone
C
I ain’t with group chat read alongs
Don’t try tell me you special
I say you was extra
Then how can I accept you
C
Cause I ain’t tryna read they posts
Em
Bout how a nigga need to blow
C
Bout how a nigga need the dough
A nigga still eating pizza rolls
A nigga still fuck decent hoes
And I can get where i need to go
Yea they cold but I’m the fever though
Keep a nigga on a need to know
Basis
Cause basically they hating
Save ya’
Hate for me just take them
Make it great for me I’m saying
Em
Stay away from me just stay in
I be popping my shit
C
Feel so proud like a pop when
son finally pocket a bitch
In my pocket and shit
Got you upset like a pop when his daughter
get knocked by a pimp
I’m dropping that shit nigga
Praying all my niggas touch 6 figures
Put it anywhere but yo’ wrist nigga
Cause time is money and being
broke ain’t funny so i be
Verse 4
me leaving
But I need it
Like me breathing
I got my reasons
You can’t see it
But it’s decent
Gave my heart
Now Ima keep it
All these leaches
All these beaches
All these demons
All these preachers
All that freaks
All that reaching
I don’t need it
Outro 1
But to each his own
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