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She
think
I'm
off
them
addys
I
can't
sit
still
I
lost
my
brudda
last
week
I
don't
know
how
to
feel
How
to
switch
up
the
Flo
Because
the
last
one
wasn't
working
Mama
Taught
me
birds
and
bees
But
couldn't
teach
me
about
the
serpents
These
Niggas
can't
feel
my
pain
no
No
no
Like
fuck
Praying
the
storm
is
over
Bitch,
I
go
pray
then
go
by
a
rain
coat
No
no
Like
fuck
it
let
the
rain
poor
What
you
know
about
every
day
Feel
like
Ramadan
and
you
ain't
eat
And
the
only
paper
stacking
up
Is
the
bills
you
ain't
complete
Smiling
in
my
face
While
they
was
plotting
in
they
sleep
Bitch
I
got
it
out
the
mud
I
went
to
designer
my
cleats
And
I
know
they
hate
that
Mad
you
made
it
heaven
Before
you
got
that
hell
cat
Like
is
there
a
button
to
kill
the
fake
off
And
bring
the
real
back
Where
loyalty
is
rare
And
you
ain't
gotta
fake
that
Yea
And
I'm
mad
that
I
didn't
get
to
tell
my
daddy
thank
you
Cause
he
was
running
streets
all
night
Risking
his
life
Betting
on
ice
Like
it's
FanDuel
I
was
trying
to
steer
you
right
You
was
trying
to
earn
your
stripes
I
was
trying
to
switch
you
up
On
your
angle
I'm
the
big
brudda
I'm
supposed
to
hold
you
down
How
I
let
you
turn
into
my
Guardian
angel
I
lost
my
brudda
last
week
I
don't
know
how
to
feel
Niggas
switching
up
the
flo
Because
the
last
one
Wasn't
working
Momma
taught
me
birds
and
bees
But
couldn't
teach
me
about
them
Serpents
These
niggas
can't
feel
my
pain
No
No
no
Like
fuck
Praying
the
storm
is
over
Bitch,
I
go
pray
then
go
by
a
rain
coat
No
no
Like
fuck
it
let
the
rain
poor
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