I gave you my you broke my heart Back in primary from the bottom of core (yeah New York listen up) I bee making out breaking up I know I cant rap but this what i got My bitches bee catching and releasing The time is right to start fight Now you my past now you my history You fool you in my historybook I have been chilling in streets i been hoping on the beats im under the tree because of this heat my bitch told me she likes me but i told her shes a catfish i don't know how to rap but this what au got The streets have been talking about me and lately the been talking shit, alla smack all these nigga have nothing on me i sppiting bars like when i sppiting in their moms face. I got a glock it's weave one to the three i reloued it and shot it twice at the floor i have it toe my homie the bullet broke my clock Ace block my shot