(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Ayy
I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's the type of shit I'm into
Lil' bro get to drawin' weapons, he don't need a pencil
Baby, I'm a one of one, know I'm too official
Uh, baby, I got issues
Swear this shit been fuckin' with my mental
Uh, I can't tell nobody if I miss you
Uh, please don't tell nobody if I kiss you
If I
Uh, wipe my tears with money, fuck a tissue
Uh, I can't walk with you, they say you ran through
Uh, bad vibes put me in a bad mood
Uh, mob ties, I be with the gang too
Uh, how he super Crip? He leavin' bitches on read
Uh, I feel like Lil Uzi, all my friends dead
And I can't get you out my head
No, I can't get you out my head
That's the money callin'
And we don't make mistakes, we makin' money often
They only care about you when you in a coffin
Or when you up in jail
I hope my bro get bail
I'm screamin', "Free my dogs and R.I.P. who not here"
I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's the type of shit I'm into
Lil' bro get to drawin' weapons, he don't need a pencil
Baby, I'm a one of one, know I'm too official
Uh, baby, I got issues
Swear this shit been fuckin' with my mental
Uh, I can't tell nobody if I miss you
Uh, please don't tell nobody if I kiss you
If I
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