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I got filled with nothing but lies tell the truth aint really in you Hard feelings its a thin line love the ones that say they witchu Switch it up I got a swisher filled with runts fuck up yo memory wasn't listening time to get it slipping talking bout that that's yo nigga quick to leave u stuck in situations knowing the streets against ya Fake is fake ain't nothing 100 wrong the rights if that's yo niggas be surprised is we popped out outside yo house make it official Fucking with the wrong ones when it's bout money than its a issue Paint a picture u could see what I been thinking n what I'm into Customize the pistol switch upon glock the beam want miss u if it aint bout the money irrelevant all that other u can keep it Ask Me how I'm doing u really aint gave a fuck about my feelings Even tho I want let nothing come between me n my business Mix it up with Xanax bars a coca cola n hard liquor keep da Circle small want nothing in the way including bitches it's a reason y im always by myself can't trust a nigga see me smiling cause I'm really on alert to hide my ignorance Being smart want help in these streets when all the odds against u Pick a side when u out in Oklahoma filled with nothin killas eras