Blunt But Big Facts
Done had soo much to say that I could even write a book.
Done been hurt so much in life that I shut down & question anyone that looks.
But maybe if you really knew me, seen the shit that really bruised me
So stuck inside my anxiety steady telling me i'm losing
Your heart soo big & all they wanna do is use, confuse, abuse me & just do me.
And bitches laughing but don't seem to quite realize
I seen the snakey skin right before my eyes
they're always talking shit, & flexing all the pride
but deep within they're insecure, weak, & soo deprived
so no wonder they will try to dim my light before I shine & leave them blind.
This life I live I could really promote an act
They say i'm too blunt but bitch just mad bc i'm speaking facts.
My anger been managed but On god it's these hoes I wanna wack!
They can't be trusted,always yelling out " hey friend!"
Those are the fakest mfer's let's begin..
They lowkey envy you and love to be all in your face
Glad I learned to love myself so don't no competition I seek to chase
It's sad you have to beat a hoe up back in her place.
They at my neck like they really know my story,
too many bitches idk but they adore me!
But fuck them hoes they only want it when they're horny
Pussy ass hoes couldn't be the gang, ya'll too fucking boring.
And ain't no weapon that shall prosper come before me!
Bc my God did his thing when created and restored me!
"Everyone is not your friend, thank you ma' you tried to fair warn me.
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