You Wasn't There For Me When I Needed You The Most
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When I Was Flipping Them packs
I Fucked Up The Pot with the folk (I Fucked Up The Pot with The Folk)
I was in the kitchen trying to Make things Right
I had to get it on my own ain't nobody wouldn't Help me out
So I started making songs so I started making sooonggs.
Remember I Was In The Trap Flipping The Packs
cnd Yo Bitch css Snitch On me
cnd that's Sad to know yo own homies will switch up on you
They gave my nigga 7seven 25 and my tre and my nigga Tre too
They was some real niggas they showed me how to flip a pack
cnd sell Bricks remember I came up off hitting licks
cnd sell them brinks
I'm Not gonna lie when I was in the Cop Car I'm crying like momma
Please Help me I was down and broke it was a bad feelin
Had To stack it to a milli just to feed my lil chillien (cye, cye)
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Down Bad Got Hit For c O Caught Me With c Low Blow
I Was Locked In The Cold Collect Call cin't Go Though
cin't Nobody Even Home I Was Feeling cll clone
My Down Bitch Did Me Wrong
What the fuck Is going on shit turn me to a Savage
Imma let a bitch have it momma cll in my business
I got dope in the mattress damn she found out Where I stash it
Baby momma shit worse swear she wants me in a Hurst
Write my name on the dirt I still did what I could I'm still doing
What I should they miss treat me while I'm
Here but they gone
Miss me while I'm gone (They Gone Miss Me While I'm Gone)
Hella Feelings got strong been Smoking all night long
Liquor got a nigga faded keep me clutchin on My chrome
Like who the fuck is at the door prescription pills
Got me Tripping family say I ain't listen
Closes niggas wanna Diss me put my mind on a mission
I put one though his fitted. (Claaa claaaa).
Why nigga make me wanna get s hit like that pussy boy you a bitch
cin't built like that talk my shit cause I'm lit and stiff like that
clotta niggas ain't really got strength like that running up
Though Them trenches all though the town that young nigga
Snitching he can't Be around remember days I was broke
I ain't even have style no voice In the street I ain't even have sound
Jump right off the porch a Nigga got down
Got tired of these niggas talking reckless see
Got Tired of them bitches tried to flex on me
I remember when that nigga pulled his text on me
I'm devil to these niggas Like a Hex on me
Imma pull a plug for I let a nigga do it first I
Live life everyday
Like nigga in the purge
But they still telling me it could be worse
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