TOA

[Intro]
When I think of you, I think love songs
Old school, RNB, Reggae, Hip-Hop
Dirty wine and two-steppin'
I think cocoa butter-

[Verse 1]
What do you know about passion?
Practicing, nothing is happening
Family planning your casket
You wasn't shit but an activist
What do you know about love?
Money, integrity, patience
What do you know about trust?
When a friend put a gun to your face
The blood is on my knife, yes I fuckin' did it
Murder what she wrote, I ain't fuckin' with it
I'm back on the road, who the fuck i'm kidding?
Bitch I'm back at home, really overthinking
Bitch I'm back at home, really overtyping
You don't see my texts, steady overhyping
Talking 'bout your ex, bitch you fuckin' like them
Bullets graze his head, I don't fuckin' like them
That little bitch is a- (Hoo, Hah, Hoo, Hah)
That little bitch is a- (Hoo, Hah, Hoo, Hah)
That little bitch is a- (Hoo, Hah, Hoo, Hah)
That little bitch is a- (Hoo, Hah, Hoo, Hah)
That little bitch is a- (Hoo, Hah, Hoo, Hah)
Yeah, that little bitch is a- (Hoo, Hah, Hoo, Hah)

[Interlude]
[?]
(Chapter, Chapter)
Chapter two (Huh)
Reap what you sow, learn from it later (Huh, Shit)

[Verse 2]
Tell me, what yall niggas know about the pain?
Needles falling down, and taking this shame for reign
You trusting them too much and now [?] bullets at your brain
Rather work for my momma than work on buying a chain (Shit)
(How can I lay down?- down?- down?- down-)
But yall don't know about that life (Huh)
Losing all respect for niggas forcing you to fight
Now they thinkin' that you crazy, in the corner with a knife
I ain't afraid to see the blood, bitch I ain't afraid of the hood
I ain't afraid to pop the truck, I ain't afraid to pop the hood (Bitch)
(How can I lay down?- down?- down?- down-)

[Instrumental]