New Flow

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everybody wanna be paid, everbody wanna have it made,
everybody tryna get laid, but Quentin Boyd got some to say
Everybody claiming they real , where you gone get yo next meal?
if you shooting at me you better me kill, in dem streets i aint never chill
i came from a house, where my momma aint take no shit
if i came in late, she would throw a fit, always knew i would make
it was mine for the taking, already had the basics, in life i will place it
that money im chasing, 10 years he facing, man its so crazy,
my nigga just gone, all of a sudden, dat was buddy, my nigga i loved him
he needed a push, i shoved him, we dont hold no grudges, dem bitches we
fucking, dem bullets he ducking, dem hoes they keep sucking, they
some lucky ducklings
 
on that court ima fool, it was kinda my tool, in school i was cool, i
was kinda that dude, i made it my businsess to be successful,
my momma she was very helpful, always told me be careful, yo friends,
aint really yo friends,they wont be there at the end, more will pretend,
less will defend, u better see what im seeing
 
met the love of my life in highschool, she pretty as hell and thick too, without
her wouldnt know what to do, but i feel like a fool, hate that fucking tried to
player, guilt starting to stack into layers, she was vulnerable so i had to
slay her, never in my life will i hate ha. man she she so sweet, i dont wanna
loose her, try not to confuse, will never abuse her, if so u are a loser.
i was a user, im looking for better days,and you are my future

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cjspitdatfye
Member since February 16 2015

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