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*noises of studio degeneracy*
Lil Tommy started geeking off the dog food
And they only brought it here cause the crack gone
I don't really care what they call you
Frank Lucas, CVS sing the same song
But they love to put a label on a nigga making money
Call me hot take Dante
Yeah I got plenty
I'm a man of fine taste steak rare, egg runny
If you wanna hear lies then you won't hear from me
Ain't that a shame
She call me Sir Dante the first of his name
And I feel like I'm Kanye in 2008
Before he lost all his marbles and cooned for the fame
"Tae why you so disrespectful?"
Last week man your girl had a neck-full
I ain't mean to be the bearer of bad news
But you hiding from the truth and that shit can get stressful
Something bout me
You just can't define it
When I sleep see dollars on my eyelids
As a kid I spent my time in silence
Flipped the script like I be pushing Hi-Tech
I been in the desert forty days
Smoking purple haze
Devil tempt a nigga 40 ways
So I fought back
Boy you watch your gaze
Better look away
Fore a nigga..
You won't say you love me like you mean it
And that's okay you call I'm still gone fuck
I know that you're fighting off your demons
So I'm just here to give you what you want
If I wore my heart on my sleeve
I'd cut it off
She here to ride my dick and just leave
She such a boss
She said its just whatever I please
And then she gone
And she even brought me backwoods and weed
We get along
So its back and forth like Wimbledon
She call and then we sin again
When I'm in her prism it just feel like an imprisonment
Even if I could leave
I don't think I'd choose to
All the shit we could be
Hope it don't confuse you
So here I am
Tripping on my own shoes
When I play the tough guy
I just really wanna hold you
Since you not around no more
I don't know where to go to
I wish I never held the truth
I think I should've told you
You won't say you love me like you mean it
And that's okay you call I'm still gone fuck
I know that you're fighting off your demons
So I'm just here to give you what you want