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Really I got no problem with any of it They falling like autumn I had to get above it I need nobody you're mention is really nothing I see pretenders no end to all you're bluffing Oh my bad Dont see your name on my back I would never turn my back Its easy to lose your soul like that Where you going Who you roll with Aint wanted but im glowing And you know it I think im done I dont need it Screw your clique And your meetings Boy im hungry And you eating And yeah i want it But that aint Jesus Rapido pick up a bag to go Ooh but i had to though Im active woah Work for the master oh I hop on the adlibs though Dont at me bro Thinkin you had me woah You sweet like a candy coat And reload you need a bandaid oh I come in handy though All in my bag I dont care if you mad Im in the school of hard knocks And at the top of my class And my abode is translucent While you rocking your mask Sipping peaches and Prosecco While I'm watching you crash That's God I don't need y'all I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah I don't need the games Im finna Take the reins Imma write off your claims Imma forget your name That's God I don't need y'all That's God I don't need y'all That's God I don't need y'all I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah Keep it a buck You feeling stuck Fresh out of luck All through the mud When im feeling down Gotta look up Thats where im leaning Thats where i trust I can't get no push I don't need it though You keep sending out texts I ain't read it though I've been on Gods watch Can't speed it though Ain't no roly but it's nonstop Do you get it though That's God I don't need y'all I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah I don't need the games Im finna Take the reins Imma write off your claims Imma forget your name That's God I don't need y'all That's God I don't need y'all That's God I don't need y'all I ain't get your text you sound like blah blah blah
Writer(s): Jonathan Keith Randle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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