(Laudiano)
I don't need no fake love, I know you envy me
I thought you was my dog, I see the jealousy
That shit crazy, I was fucking with you heavily
Give a fuck about our friendship, I'm making you an enemy
You don't care about me, so I don't care how you feeling
I keep it too real, make these niggas get in they feelings
Like I don't got a tongue if you ain't talking business
I know you wanna talk, but I don't even got a minute
I ain't never even home, only there when I sleep
I got fans, but sometimes I don't wanna hop on beats
I wanna hit these streets, I wanna ride down with my heat
Pull up on a nigga with a ski
Pull up with a mask, no Halloween
Pull up, make a bitch nigga scream
I just told a bad bitch she could leave
I just told a bad bitch we can't link
For the pussy, you a fiend, you the opposite of me
I'm still the same (Still the same), still riding down Gage (Down Gage)
Still riding with a K, I thought I told you I ain't no saint (I ain't no saint)
I'm still adjusting to the fame (To the fame)
I'll still rob a nigga chain (Rob a nigga chain)
Been doing good, I been on the road
That shit crazy how they hating on the low
Like you supposed to be my bro
Bitch-made nigga, you was talking like a ho
I don't need no fake love, I know you envy me
I thought you was my dog, I see the jealousy
That shit crazy, I was fucking with you heavily
Give a fuck about our friendship, I'm making you an enemy
You don't care about me, so I don't care how you feeling
I keep it too real, make these niggas get in they feelings
Like I don't got a tongue if you ain't talking business
I know you wanna talk, but I don't even got a minute (On God)
Yeah, ayy, I know they hate on me
They be hating on the low, I see the jealousy
Yeah, ayy
Parkside Baby
Yes, sir, yeah, yes, sir
Ayy, yeah, yes, sir
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