truce

everybody rapping want the trophy at the awards like pusha t nem keys open doors you in the big apple so i know you need a torch deep in the water when i hopped off the porch help you push the weight like a muh fukkin spotta yeah i got dreads live like the shottas you gon cross me dnt wanna be bothered i love my lil son im just tryna be father when im in the strip club they give me full moon dreads hang low like that nigga tune weezy outta here its a full moon in the am making lil moves i aint tryna stop im just tryna get even guess you aint heard i left that other nigga leaking like ice in a fridge i left that nigga freezing then hit the club have toast for the weekend aint nobody playing bout the gwuop see you later see me white boy and a couple taylors nigga you aint like me you cant get a favor see ya when ya wit ya bitch later