[Verse 1: Archibald Slim]
Nigga, uh
I ain’t tryna be nobody role model
Ain’t no fantasies, just dreams deferred
25, was (?)
2015, still ain’t loving life, but no more work (Pain)
Money gon’ come, and the hoes gon’ always want to flirt
The fuck the either mean, both gon’ come and stress you one day
Feel like it bless you, one gon’ feel like he done left you out
Put you in the place where you feel, ain’t no finessing out
Yes it’s called fate, had to learn the hard way
Tryna even out the distance ‘tween your rocks and hard places
Might just wake up like fuck it
Laying, look at the ceiling
Might not even go to sleep, up all night smoking and drinking
Like what the fuck was I thinking, projected future progression
But just can’t see how you give (?) be what you was expecting
The wick could blow, and fuck you up
You’re just that unstable
Flying off the handle
Don’t hand me money with one hand under the table
I don’t trust nobody, they’d bleed you out
Say what they about, but never see it through
That’s why I don’t really like to leave the house
‘Cause ain’t shit you could offer that I need from you
Bitch
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