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Trevon Jackson
Trevon Jackson
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OMG Finesse!
OMG Finesse!
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Tre X in this bitch yeah So many scars on my heart I don't wanna talk about But what better way to deal than to talk it out Lost so many friends, to a point that I done lost count World full of liars don't wanna hear what you talking bout Now I done gave up a whole lot Just to see them happy Would they switch I used to hope not Guess that I was wrong You cut me deep don't mean the show stop I'll just let you go, wish you the best It's time to cut ties put the relationship to rest I got used to it so much I swear the easier it gets They ain't really give a fuck about me Bet you if they ask em though they really gave a fuck about me Ask em this though What is one thing that they love about me Can't be the money, can't be this music shit Can't be nothing that involves how they used the kid Cards that I was dealt ain't really help watch what I do to this Imma lay my pain across the table like a crucifix Heart cold, chain colder, freezing I got used to it I wanna freeze time, a buss down the closest I could get Thinking that I'm flexing on em', sorry please excuse the drip But this is everyday shit, I've been pressure Every time I step out I be looking like the big steppa If you see me check out I'm just thinking trynna get better I care too much sometimes, I swear it's shit I should've been deaded I don't like to talk, I put my feelings all in this letter I don't know what's wrong, it's like these niggas have a vendetta Fuck I do to you, I know ya bop you could've did better Seems like only time they show me love is when I spend cheddar Honestly I've been fed up So much work to be fake but these niggas got a whole get up Don't send no message to check me when you a hoe nigga Don't send no bitch to finesse me, you'll get ya hoe litt up That little cat don't impress me you got the wrong nigga And don't talk outta ya bracket you got the wrong figures If I do features I'm taxing if I don't know niggas Really I be singing and rapping, I don't need no fillers Don't wait till it's too late to tap in I'm such a cold spitta Top 5 No comparing myself, I know me so why would I try You talking disrespect you better stay there on the opp side No phony shit on my side I'm on the the do or die side The reaper come regardless this 2 4 could be my last ride I let you fool me more than twice that shit'll be the last time
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