You use to be a good boy
Never stuck up or arrogant
now you tryna be a hood boy?
You use to leave me happy and
satisfied.
calm and collected
Now all you think of is
yourself you just
want to be respect
you got me feeling all types of
messed up lost and neglected
who do I go to now?
you're the only boy that I can mess with
Money coming in now
I know you want me back cuz I can sense it
Things are going a little smooth
got me a new figure
the only thing left is a new boy
and boys don't ask to fight the boy
cuz you'll have to fight me cuz lifes
the boy.
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