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Mar 2017
I find it funny how they c me n forget about  the past

Like u was never was around when I was struggling on my last

U ain't love me unconditional when problems had me sad

U ain't think that I would make it
U was judging what I had

I was grinding
I was reaching
I was crying
I was weeping
U was tryna get my money
U was lying
U was preaching

I admit that I had took a couple Ls b4 I caught it
U was selling fairytales
N I was childish so I bought it
Free King Droski
Written by
Muyi  Hell(Chicago)
(Hell(Chicago))   
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