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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Fletcher
Quinton Fletcher
Songwriter

Texty

Know that you are loved
 Even if you don't love yourself
Yeah, Hotboy
Yeah, we all had a time
Where we let intrusive thoughts take over our mind
How you stand up for yourself when you don't have a spine
You say you trying the results show you ain't been trying
You tired of holding in the pain, you tired of fighting and crying
It's people that you really love got you in the blind
You stuck between letting it ride and getting out of line
My advice, just be smart and it'll all be fine
All that pride got you feeling like king of the lions
You holding all this dead weight, preventing you from flying
Not to mention time passing, you got people dying
You always thought that you could save them by spitting them rhymes
Yeah, you keep it real and gangsta and you hard as hell
Built a support system in places other than Adel
Biggest libra thuggin and see you trying to balance your scale
You got pure intentions and you really do mean well
But listen, everyone is not the same
So the love and gratitude that you exchange
You'll probably never get that back, just charge it to the game
It's fucked up, yeah we know it, but you gotta keep your head
You let the hate turn you to hate, you got distracted from your bread
**** played on your name to entertain, that was fed
You stooped down to they level, don't need validate your cred
Cause ones you been around long enough they know you real as said
Young man don't lose your head, yeah
Aw man, he ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't even got no racks, don't lose your head, yeah
Girl, he just wanna fuck
Chile he rap
He ain't even got a whip, don't lose your head, yeah
He unfollowed me too, man for real? Fuck dude
It's a 20 V Flet, yeah
Man, don't lose your head, yeah
Young **** don't lose your head
Written by: Quinton Fletcher
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