Yeah, yeah (frrt), yeah
I'd rather you think I'm a-, uh, yeah
I'd rather you-, uh, yeah (what are you doing, 4_head?)
I'd rather you think I'm okay, the fake love come with the bread anyway, yeah (frrt)
I'm pushin' this ho' out the way, she's scared 'cause she know it's nothin' to replace
She know I'm perfect with a blunt in my face (frrt)
Call her perfect when her butt in my face
Proper nigga but there's gun anyway (shit)
I know it's somethin' pointed at my back
I'm contemplatin' if I run anyway
I got homies still tryna stack hats
They know 12 tryna build up a case
Build up a case, yeah (frrt)
Yeah, yeah (shit)
I can't let this ho dictate my pain, I'm backin' away at myself
I seen too much cheese, cheap ass weed, never restrainin' myself
Lettin' bitches feel amazin' 'bout they self
I disappear in the night (in the night, in the night)
I got bitches tryna make a wedding
I'm just tryna make it through the week
Pick up drank, weed stop hittin'
Make a bitch dance in her sleep
Should I drive, listen to the Deftones
I might crash if the bitch tweak (tweak)
Huh (frrt), huh (frrt)
Ay, I'd rather you think I'm okay, the fake love come with the bread anyway, okay
I'm pushin' this ho' out the way, she's scared 'cause she know she's easy to replace (shit)
She knowin' there's hoes in my face
She knowin' I'm scared, I go anyway
She know I'm perfect with a blunt in my face
Call her perfect when her butt in my face (frrt)
Proper nigga but there's gun anyway, huh (damn)
Proper nigga but there's -, yeah (brrt), yeah (brrt)
Yeah, mm, mm
I can't let this ho dictate my pain, I'm backin' away at myself (no cap)
I seen too much cheese, cheap ass weed, never restrainin' myself
Lettin' bitches feel amazin' 'bout they self
I disappear in the night (in the night, in the night, in the night)
No cap
Yeah, yeah, Stepdad shit
Yeah (shit), yeah (frrt), yeah-yeah
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