[Intro: *sample*]
"Ch-ch-ch-Cha-Chase Moore"

[Pre-Chorus: Illmac]
They wanna love me but that come and go
Know that feeling 'cause it come and go
No emotions 'cause they come and go
Fuck it though, fuck it though

[Chorus: Illmac]
Got these bodies on my conscience, wow
They on one then I'm on 10, wow
Don't get me started, now
Look what you started, now

[Verse 1: Illmac]
I remember reading credits on a album that I bought
Spending hours on the bus, then a hour in the spot
Driving flour in the trunk, put the flower in a pot
Do a album in a month, put a coward in a box
Gunpowder from the shots flying
I ain't in your top five, stop lying
Fuck with your psyche like your God dying while you watch silent and don't speak
Way I was brought up it humble me like a old tweet
I'm with the drama, I roast beef to get the butcher
I Benihana the stove heat and get to cooking
So tell those bitches that my shit fire
Trigger finger-fuck 'em, middle finger [?]
Forgive 'em for they know not, they bitter as the cold got
A middle of a cold streak in the winter when the snow drop
Yo, they swear my love is in question
I either know better or don't care enough to correct 'em
Now tell 'em
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