Antedote

[Intro]
Yerrrrr talk yo shit don goodbye !
Aye aye aye ye !
4L bihh
Shout out my apes bitch ahh nigga !
Know what da fuck goin on!

[June]
Seen a lul shawty dat hoe was so pretty
I hop in ha dm like what is u on
We get to da talking u tryna fw me
A month go by Nd we vibe ona phone
Real young nigga I was only 15
I was really so happy , Done fell in sum love
Bitch start tripping , Im seeing some screen shots
Of niggas she texting I’m like wtf
I don’t say shit I jus hang up da phone
Like dis bitch a dub ima leave ha alone

[Ex Bitch]
She say don u really don’t trust me?
U really gon think I be fucking w niggas?

[July]
I really don’t get it like thas how we stand
U really gon fold and jus buss ona nigga
She get in ha feelings , she sending me letters
Tryna make me feel bad for the shit dat I said
She start acting different and stop showing love
Like damn dat shit really fuck with my head
She posting to snapchat , dat hoe acting single
And she know we not on good terms
I guess as you go through life
And walk through the storm
You really jus go as you learn

[August]
So get straight to August im really so low
Like wtf goin inside of my mind
Ian really think I’d really be stressing dis shit
But all dis pain is jus to much to hide
So I get to my music I gotta release
All of dis shit really built over time
Praying Nd thinking Im locked in w god
Send me a pretty lul bitch who gon ride

[October]
Straight to October Im thinking Im changed
Real Playboi bitch I’m doggin dese hoes
I was really so reckless, I was really on go
Smoking with snake niggas puffin on dope
“You disrespectful” I thought I was rude
Fucking with bitches dat really had dudes
Plus on dat told my dad I was smoking
He really jus stressing a nigga all down
Telling these folks at school
Come shop ina class
I was really gon serve out the pound

[December]
Go to December I’m plotting Nd scheming
I done heard me some shit dat jus fuck w my soul
Even the plan at the time was get rich
It really jus fuck with the route of my road
I’m stressing and thinking what I do I do
Through all of dis bullshit I’m never gon fold
Locked innat Jam ! Gotta keep my head up
Real ass gorrila I’ll never break code
So I’m up ina jail
“He say come with me”
High den a bitch ion know what I see
He give me my blues
“He say put em on”
I give my polo I give him my jeans
I get to the section dese niggas act janky
A nigga look wrong Nd Im throwing dem hoes
I’m telling my story , Im talking my shit
A nigga start laughing like bitch how u feel
I get out my seat and I call him a bitch
He don’t do shit yea dat nigga a scary

[January]
Now a month later Im still innat jam
I’m really jus chilling, eating Nd sleeping
I start hittin pushups Im tryna get swole
Tryna make up for the time dat I lost
I get to my cell I’m really jus dreaming
The way I was acting I was really was thinking
Pray up to god , gotta change up my motive
All dis shit deeper than what it be meaning