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Loving you is

I place when you still
Place when you steal
like you ain't shit
Feel like you don't feel, confidence in
Breakin' on marble
Watchin' strangers tellin' me that I'm yours
But you ain't shit I'm convinced talent's nothin' special
can I blame him for
Nigga I can name
Situation had stopped with your little sister
A baby inside, just a teenager your patience
Where was your
Where was the influence you of
You in front of 100,000 but never reached her
I fuckin' you, you fuckin' failure you ain't no leader
I never liked you, despise you I don't need you
The world don't need you, let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, fuck pride too, that's for dedication
Thought would change you, made you more complacent
I hate you, I hope you embrace it

I swear loving you is
you is complicated

Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, one hundred
I can feel you vibin', that your ashamed of me
Yes I you too

keeping
¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que el cuarto!
¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que el cuarto¡
!Disculpe!

Are you the reason why mama and leavin'
No you ain't shit, you say you them, I know you don't mean it
I know irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it
Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone it
Everyone heard it, multiple shots, cryin' out
You was deserted, where was your again?
Where was your presence, where was support that you pretend?
You ain't no brother, you ain't no disciple, you no friend
A friend never Compton for profit or leave his best friend
Little brother, you promised you'd watch him before shot him
was your antennas, on the road, bottles and bitches
You time the one time, that's unforgiven
You even faced time instead of a visit
You should he would recover, well
The couldn't stop the bleeding for real
Then he died, God will say "you fuckin' failed"
You try

I know your nigga
Mood swings is frequent
I know depression is restin' on heart for two reasons nigga
I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin'
Y'all damn beefin', I seen it and your the reason nigga
And if bottle could talk I cry myself to sleep
Bitch is your fault
Faults to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
Because you shook as soon as you confinement was needed
I know secrets
let me tell them to the world about that shit you thinkin'
And that you I'm bout to hurl
I'm fucked up, but I'm not as up as you
You just can't get right, I think heart made of bullet proof
Shoulda killed yo ass a time ago
You shoulda filled that black revolver blast a time ago
And if those mirrors could it would say "you gotta go"
And if I told your
The world'll know money can't stop a weakness