Lyrics

Aye, gotta get on up and get my, get my shit together I gotta make this work We only got so many minutes, we only got so many hours And I'm tryna spend my last second with you, know what that mean No more late night phone call, talking on the phone In the night, to your right side, like I missed you Step beside me, you whisper lightly, "I'm never leaving you" Words can't assure me, 'cause she was never tell the truth Drugs in my backpack, this beat, it gives me flashbacks Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback So much ice, they call me hat-trick, the blade, it do a backflip Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish Dope to the neck, skull on my chest Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh Dope to the neck, skull on my chest Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh If it was never about the money, then why you switch your tone? If it was never about forgiveness, I'm tryna right your wrongs I put them on mute like the TV when I'm tryna sleep It's funny the dead boys, the one these bitches dying to meet (yeah, yeah) Sitting back and looking at my life, I feel astonished I can't believe I did it, but I can't believe I got it My necklace like a comet, I take weeks to overcome it Every day in any way, you gotta take it if you want it Bitch, you're getting on my ass now, bye, bye, bye Pressing me on purpose, tell me bye, bye, bye Tryna hold onto something on my life, life, life This ain't no movie, so there's no happy ending Drugs in my backpack, this beat, it gives me flashbacks Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback So much ice, they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish Dope to the neck, skull on my chest Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh Dope to the neck, skull on my chest Bitches ask for Bones, so these bitches there for sesh
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