Happiness from this piece
Ain't really definitive
But if it makes you proud
Then I could do it a little bit
After all I been
Sick and tired of sufferin
Believe it or not
Help Me Pay My Rent
Didn't pay my rent
You f*ck with me cause
I'm cute
Not tryna hear me vent
Would you rather me cry
Inside ya arms
Or in a Benz
Would you rather not remember
All of these events
Then the next night
Do the same shit again
Take a sip from the fountain
Of the thug tears
I aint never have a feelin like
This in years
In between a f*ckin rock
And the asphalt
Baby girl
That just be the cash fault
I dont know what the work
Or the weed do
I just know you put me on
And it came through
Oh, this the type of shit
That the rappers do
Just a product of emotion
It aint nothin new
R.I.P Yams
R.I.P Fredo
She said she in love
With my alter ego
Ima treat the wock
Like a desert eagle
Real life be the
Real placebo
Different colored stains
All in the limo
I might hit a stain
If the plug gon front
Hate Mondays like
Garfield
Ima give myself a little bit
Of a jump
Told my thoughts you
Talk too much
My clique don't
Show love enough
My bitch act like we
Ain't cuffed
Glorify what's in
That cup
Boy if I
Put down my cup
Might relapse cause
I'm too stuck
Bitch we stuck until
We struck
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Happiness from this piece
Ain't really definitive
But if it makes you proud
Then I could do it a little bit
After all I been
Sick and tired of sufferin
Believe it or not
Help Me Pay My Rent
Didn't pay my rent
You f*ck with me cause
I'm cute
Not tryna hear me vent
Would you rather me cry
Inside ya arms
Or in a Benz
Would you rather not remember
All of these events
Then the next night
Do the same shit again
Take a sip from the fountain
Of the thug tears
I aint never have a feelin like
This in years
In between a f*ckin rock
And the asphalt
Baby girl
That just be the cash fault
I dont know what the work
Or the weed do
I just know you put me on
And it came through
Oh, this the type of shit
That the rappers do
Just a product of emotion
It aint nothin new
R.I.P Yams
R.I.P Fredo
She said she in love
With my alter ego
Ima treat the wock
Like a desert eagle
Real life be the
Real placebo
Different colored stains
All in the limo
I might hit a stain
If the plug gon front
Hate Mondays like
Garfield
Ima give myself a little bit
Of a jump
Told my thoughts you
Talk too much
My clique don't
Show love enough
My bitch act like we
Ain't cuffed
Glorify what's in
That cup
Boy if I
Put down my cup
Might relapse cause
I'm too stuck
Bitch we stuck until
We struck
Ain't really definitive
But if it makes you proud
Then I could do it a little bit
After all I been
Sick and tired of sufferin
Believe it or not
Help Me Pay My Rent
Didn't pay my rent
You f*ck with me cause
I'm cute
Not tryna hear me vent
Would you rather me cry
Inside ya arms
Or in a Benz
Would you rather not remember
All of these events
Then the next night
Do the same shit again
Take a sip from the fountain
Of the thug tears
I aint never have a feelin like
This in years
In between a f*ckin rock
And the asphalt
Baby girl
That just be the cash fault
I dont know what the work
Or the weed do
I just know you put me on
And it came through
Oh, this the type of shit
That the rappers do
Just a product of emotion
It aint nothin new
R.I.P Yams
R.I.P Fredo
She said she in love
With my alter ego
Ima treat the wock
Like a desert eagle
Real life be the
Real placebo
Different colored stains
All in the limo
I might hit a stain
If the plug gon front
Hate Mondays like
Garfield
Ima give myself a little bit
Of a jump
Told my thoughts you
Talk too much
My clique don't
Show love enough
My bitch act like we
Ain't cuffed
Glorify what's in
That cup
Boy if I
Put down my cup
Might relapse cause
I'm too stuck
Bitch we stuck until
We struck
Writer: Jaja Robinson
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