Thank you to the opps for always bringing out the best in me
This ain't a song its song its like a thank you speech
To all the women that I loved
That had no love for me
Tables turned now you the one who doesn't have a seat
To my ex I swear to god I could gave you
Seed
Until I noticed you could never grow a nursery
Lost alotta friends to pride
that really cut me deep
I hit up Mac a couple times that boy is outta reach
But that my brother till the die
you know I'm in the east
Don't ever hesitate my nigga
when you down to speak
I lent alotta niggas style
Now they at they peak
I got a question, when the fuck yall reimbursing me

You know that's hurting me ?
Now I'm back to rollin up and smoking tertiary
How could you do the things you did and move on perfectly
I'm in the studio dissecting, doing surgery
Every action makes me
trust you less and
Certainly
start to thinking If you could
you'd probably murder me

But that would be a courtesy

Thank you to the opps for always bringing out the best in me

This ain't a song its song its like a thank you speech
To all the people that I fucked wit
That ain't fuck wit me
Tables turned now you the one who doesn't have a seat