| Mister Sean Brown
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| Ayy
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| Hold up wait a minute, yeah
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| 'Fore you get to runnin' off
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| Let me get this off my chest
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| Hear how you been mouthin' off
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| Hold up, I ain’t finished yet
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| You gon' listen when I talk
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| No more room for disrespect
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| I been in the studio, ain’t worried 'bout you at all
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| How you get to send a text but you blockin' all my calls?
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| No more back and forth, watch you switch, now we on and off
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| Baby you no good for me, so I had to cut it off
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| We went from nothin' to somethin' (Nomethin')
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| How could we go back to nothin' (Nothin')
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| I put my all in this shit and I
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| Swear I would die for this shit we had
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| All of that fightin' and fussin' (Fussin')
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| All of that violence and cussin' (Yeah)
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| But I ain’t mad, I just brush it off
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| I know a rough past makes it worth it all
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| Yeah
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| It just sucks that we is deep
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| Anytime I’m screamin' off, you don’t ever hear me
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| You know that you did wrong, yeah you did me filthy
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| Why the hell your friends involved? |
| Now they wanna kill me
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| Moral is, from the jump you been toxic (Oh, oh)
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| I been blind to the signs, when I coudl’ve been stopped it (No, oh)
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| Manipulated me for days, the way you think out of pocket (Oh, oh)
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| But you reapin' what you sow, so at the end we gon' drop it
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| Can’t be questionin' my moves when everything you do sus' (Oh)
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| Had me cut off all my friends to rekindle your trust (Oh, oh)
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| You put everybody first, now you tight 'cause you second (Oh, oh)
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| And I was beggin' you to choose me, what a odd obsession, my time is
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| Money now and all I’m wantin' is my worth
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| I did you wrong, you did me wrong, so now we equal and that hurt
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| How it’s hard to move on but you been reactin' quick?
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| So don’t tell me to do better when you lowkey still bitter
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| We went from nothin' to somethin' (Nomethin')
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| How could we go back to nothin' (Nothin')
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| I put my all in this shit and I
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| Swear I would die for this shit we had
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| All of that fightin' and fussin' (Fussin')
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| All of that violence and cussin' (Yeah)
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| But I ain’t mad, I just brush it off
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| I know a rough past makes it worth it all |