Endings.

I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing

I tried to trust you no more;

Made me lose my damn mind

Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you

Fuck these days; fuck these times;

Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine

Sip my drank and she clearing my mind

Im not going back to the street life

Not because its scaring me

Imma do right

So my parents aint have to bury me

Nina

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