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I'm not Dushane and i'm not Sully But i'm the top boy in my city How you bad but you ain't pretty I can count my family On my hands, don't care if you don't Rock with me Never ever had to raise my hand Always knew you was gone pick But I ain't never been a pick me (Aye) DattkidRob he sing too much Y'all ain't know I can really rap Shawty called me seven times, Must've thought she was calling' kap I needed a break I apologize I ain't been around But you take me off the ground ADHD plagued his brain Poppin' ritalins to concentrate Yes I am my brothers keeper Cool calm that's just my demeanor Y'all might turn me to a reaper The way I done been a sleeper DattkidRob I write my songs Good on my own don't need a feature Shawty liked to laugh a'lot Took her see Bileko (Ooh) Chilling in the Turks and Caicos Way she mold my heart It made move just like it's play dough I can't listen like i'm simon Do just what I say so Had let you go sayonara baby (Ooooh) Cause your love drive me crazy I been thinking bout the way of life For you, the life for me It's not me it's you I put my feelings aside for you And sorry I lied to you I put tongue on the t.i.e Like too many times Cause I was just missing the signs How the fuck you get away with this again Girl we can't be friends I just tried to be closed man But I can't make amends Growing up it's hard you'n see friends Drowning in that water I was living in the deep Hurt me to the core man I was down I had to depend, showing you my love From a distance cause you pretend Rollin up the cones We was fucked up with boof grinders Niggas drowned in fees They been locked up with the two finders Telling me you love me is nothing I can't cosign her Niggas throwing fastballs I struck you out with some cold sliders I'm not Dushane and i'm not Sully But i'm the top boy in my city How you bad but you ain't pretty I can count my family On my hands, don't care if you don't Rock with me Never ever had to raise my hand Always knew you was gone pick But I ain't never been a pick me (Aye) DattkidRob he sing too much Y'all ain't know I can really rap Shawty called me seven times Must've thought she was calling' kap I needed a break I apologize I ain't been around But you take me off the ground Kojo touching bands Kwame touching bands Rob been touching bands We been sticking to the plan Rudy touching bands Chan been touching bands Los been touching bands I can feel it in my hands Nate been touching bands that's my twin Demond my brother We gone stack it up to win Niggas think i'm playing round But I got everyone that I need Round with me
Writer(s): Robert Sarfo Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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