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D-Pryde( D Pryde )
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Foolish Heart 2
You don't need nobody-body
You don't need nobody-body
Fuck you if you play me, felt good to have eyes on you
Fuck you if you play me, swear to God I'm gon' shine on you
Everybody still doubt me, everybody still saying
'Boy, you need a plan B, you're still playing, boy'
But fuck leaving here, I'm still staying, boy
I need new money, new money
That old shit is just old to me
And I'm working hard like I'm supposed to be
But everybody here is still controlling me
Like I was 17 and still naive, fuck you if you don't like me
Moment I tried to act independent everybody tried to go Nike
And tried to check me back
Fuck you, I do what I want, you're respecting that
I got a neck tat, reason I got this neck tat is cause I'm doing me with no second guess
Even though you think all I said is just said in jest
I don't settle less, I work hard so I can get the best
You drink more cause you hate the pain
I drink more cause I celebrate with less friends
Cause my old friends just concentrated on getting laid
And just because I'm near T.O. don't mean I'm tryna be second Drake
I'm second me, you're a second late
I've been real since the second grade as I meditate, ah
This could be you
Work hard enough and homie, this could be you
This could be you
Show my ex my new thing like, this could be you
This could be you
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This could be you
This could be you
This could be you
Fuck you and your long texts
All I'm into is long sex with a good girl that I'm involved with
Cause girlfriends seem like long stress, maybe I dealt with the wrong women
I need strong women, but you can't find love in all women
And you can't find love in women who try to wear all black
And wear tall heels like they're all that and try to take selfies
Of bubbly bottles, when we do that shit so often
I need thankful women, low key chill, straight hanging women
But young women just wanna take a photo and not take a moment
And if you're famous they'll get naked for you
My homies here like, 'these bitches crazy
I swear to God, Russ, these bitches crazy'
But these bitches made me
I learn more from my big mistakes with them, they're so basic
It's hard though, cause these days I can't leave the house
Without a local kid who don't like my shit just try to beef it out
Sometimes I need a good homie to really ride for me and bring heaters out
But that beef shit's what I be without
I'm tryna make music and not see the ground
Cause I might die, off the fact that I write rhymes and make videos
My life has been really hell since my ass really started doing shit
Foolish money, still foolish rich and I'm gone
You really need a plan B
What if this shit doesn't work out for you?
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