[Chorus]
She [?] pick a fight with me
I'm sick of still suffering on
Every time, how you fight with me
And I don't care what you've been on
And I can smell the cheap wine and perfume
And I spent last night so over you
Every soldier guards heaven
But not all can make it

[Verse]
But baby, we're gonna make it (Make it)
And none of my pills fakin’
It's real and I take it
I'm begging for patience
Took my bro’s bracelet
I stole me Balceni's
Please don't try and impress me, just for who I am
And I think I'm someone, but I'm no one
And I just want a [?] onto someone
I know I sound like this, 'cause I'm 413

[Chorus]
She [?] pick a fight with me
I'm sick of still suffering on
Every time, how you fight with me
And I don't care what you've been on
And I can smell the cheap wine and perfume
And I spent last night so over you
Every soldier guards heaven
But not all can make it
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