That morning I brought you bouquet I said that I'm sorry okay Them flowers threw back in my face You looking you staring with Shame How do I How do I How do I How do I How do I How do I How do I Get through to you I just need the truth baby I don't want a wedding ring I made it thru the rainy days with you And I don't wanna wake up with out You right by my side What are we waiting for this time Why don't you stay and rest your eyes Don't fight with me Just try to see what I see Don't lie to me There ain't no reason That morning I brought you bouquet I said that I'm sorry okay Them flowers threw back in my face You looking you staring with Shame How do I How do I How do I How do I How do I How do I How do I Get through to you Woman you gotta know You shut it down Without the make up Don't worry about it's Nothing major Open up the doors And Rub your feet for you And if you need a bridge to cross I'll build it yea So much I can do So much I can prove to you Woman I'll try to be Whatever you need me to be I'll be right here No more running Fronting No more of these games done playing On the way home I bought you Roses yea Told the florist How much you mean to me Told em gotta hurry up And get back to ya I can't wait to see you smile

I've been waiting for a shot at redemption Won't be held down anymore Racing thoughts and this depression Beat me while I'm on the floor Like a fire burning inside I'm leaving this life There's a cold paranoia telling me I won't get it right But I know I can leave my fears behind I won't be a prisoner of time I won't back down I'll bury your crown But you'll never get the best of me And I stand tall Can't make me fall No I'm never gonna fade away Bury me and burn me to ashes Bury me I'll be ok I won't back down I'll bury your crown But you'll never get the best of me I've been breaking my walls inch by inch That I built from your careless words Jumped through hoops to gain your affection Won't be who I was before With my back against the wall I will stand and fight With this world bearing down I will bring my word to light Everything I want and everything I've dreamed It's all standing right in front of me I won't back down I'll bury your crown But you'll never get the best of me And I stand tall Can't make me fall No I'm never gonna fade away Bury me and burn me to ashes Bury me I'll be ok I won't back down I'll bury your crown But you'll never get the best of me Won't be a slave to my demons anymore I'm taking this whole fucking world by storm The pain The shame Of life with no gain This is the end of your reign Bury me Burn me to ashes Bury me I'll be ok I won't back down I'll bury your crown But you'll never get the best of me And I stand tall Can't make me fall No I'm never gonna fade away Bury me and burn me to ashes Bury me I'll be ok I won't back down I'll bury your crown But you'll never get the best of me

It's crystal clear to me I've got something you need What have you got for me? Ay, you're spinning me a line Talking sweet and looking fine But are you destiny? Ooh Tell me, what's on your mind? Tell me, cruel or kind? Tell me, how do you feel? Tell me, and we'll have something real You better not change your mind You better not waste my time You better be true, am I getting through to you? You better be one good boy You better be bringing me joy You better be true, am I getting through to you? Tell me Baby, tell me I've been this road before And I've opened up the door I gave it all for free, yeah I'll tell you what we do I can give my love to you You give your word to me Gotta tell me Tell me, what's on your mind? Tell me, cruel or kind? Tell me, how do you feel? Tell me, and we'll have something real You better not change your mind You better not waste my time You better be true, am I getting through to you? You better be one good boy You better be bringing me joy You better be true, am I getting through to you? It's crystal clear to me I've got something that you need What have you got for me? Yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'll tell you what we'll do I can give my love to you You give your word to me Yeah, boy Tell me, what's on your mind? Tell me, is it cruel or is it kind? Tell me, how do you feel? And we'll have something real You better not change your mind You better not waste my time You better be true, am I getting through to you? You better be one good boy You better be bringing me joy You better be true, am I getting through to you? I'll tell you what we'll do (ooh, ooh) I'll tell you what we'll do (ooh, ooh) I'll tell you what we'll do I can give my love to you You give your word to me And we'll have something real You better not change your mind You better not waste my time You better be true, am I getting through to you? You better be one good boy You better be bringing me joy You better be true, am I getting through to you? Ooh

Mars, uh And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin' together (oh yeah, oh yeah) And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot-ass weather That nigga just like me, I ain't know I had a tether Ain't no nigga totin' like me, yo' shit light as a feather I don't wanna work with you, don't care, that's cool (go, go) Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this fucking stool (yeah, yeah) No internet, lil' bitch, beef with this fuckin' tool And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you (hell nah) Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you) And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you, you (oh yeah, oh yeah) Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (go, go) Bitch, these VVS' on my neck wet like a fucking pool (go) (Mars) And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real

(Simmyauto) Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Huh, huh, I know they say, "Never say never" But I couldn't be a hoe like you, I could never He said he couldn't meet a nigga like me, he could never It's hard to stay loyal to you when she looking at me in that way It's hard to not think about the way I touched you that night, you remember Blocked me on her page and now she wan' post on IG, she is clever Huh, hit her on a burner, I'm in Atlanta, pull up to the river You the spirit of Jezebel, but girl you wasn't my tether I was givin' my all to you, you cold, I give you my sweater Took you to a ball or two, and baby, you fit in a slipper Ho, I'm doin' my all for you, and you was just lettin' us wither And one thing I know, my money is small for you, so you better catch you a gripper (damn-damn-damn, huh) Somebody heard for right I'm Rula Santana tonight I'm wearin' Rick Owens tonight, yeah I'm countin' them bands tonight, yeah That hoe make it rain tonight, yeah I'm gettin' a tan today I'm gettin' some drinks tonight Yeah, I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, I'm rockin' some minx tonight I'm gettin' a tan today I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, I'm rockin' some minx tonight I'm gettin' a tan today I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Yeah, lil' shawty wan' fuck on the gang when she see us hop out that Jeep Damn, this hoe want my last name but I'm finna pass this freak (uh-uh) Yeah, she tryna get on my mind, I lock the door and pass the key (uh-uh) Yeah, I told the hoe one time that she'll never find another like me, yeah Yeah, my bitch too bad, I might make her my accessory (uh-uh) My mama say I rock like too much black, I might need me an exorcist (uh-uh) Diamonds shine forever, bitch If it's time, I'm ready And I might turn her on, no other shit Think this hoe heaven sent Uh, uh Meet a nigga like me, she could never (yeah) Be a nigga like you, I could never I'm with the gang nigga, forever (yeah) Gettin' fresh, nigga, forever (uh) Top floor but we on the fifth level (uh) Gettin' cash forever (uh) Fuckin' hoes forever (uh) Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Huh, huh, I know they say, "Never say never" But I couldn't be a hoe like you, I could never He said he couldn't meet a nigga like me, he could never It's hard to stay loyal to you when she looking at me in that way Yeah, meet a nigga like me, you could never (yeah) Yeah (yeah shawty, talk to 'em), meet a nigga like me, you could never (yeah) Yeah (yeah shawty, talk to 'em), meet a bitch like her, I might never (yeah) Yeah, shawty ridin', forever

Hahaha Son that ho out in front of big brother (yeah) It's THERULA, Santana, no other (BK) .556 toast you, smothered and covered (slatt) Give no fucks so we shoot at your mother You ain't Cupid, ho, I ain't your lover (ha) In the bag lethal weapon, Danny Glover (yeah) I slit throat 'cause I like when they suffer I'm 100, bitch, I ain't no bluffer (bitch) Oh, you totin'? Show me what it do (show me what it do) F&N to your dome, doo-doo-doo Look what Santana-na make her do (yeah) Said she love me, bitch, I know you do (Santana-na) Hoes on me and bitch so is the tool (shit) Link with you? Hahaha, you a fool Diamonds look like my hunnids, they blue (slatt) 30 round make a period pool (bitch) High as fuck, I ain't paranoid (yeah) Brunette ho, I call her Cher Lloyd (damn) In the back, we totin' them toys (bitch) Hit a lick, run off on them boys Yeah, reload the clip and you melee Bitch tried to finesse me and stay late (ha) That's the lick to the left of the ga-ate And I don't wanna flick up, I'm straight (what?) With the gang, pour the Wock' in the Faygo (uh-huh) Man, get off, told her leggo my Eggo (uh-huh) I am K on a nigga, he K.O. (what?) High as fuck, I think I grew a halo (bitch) I'm THERULA, whatever I say so .223 make a ho do the dab, Ayo, Teo Got a snow in the back sniffin' yayo (huh) And that bitch off the boof, Galileo (bitch) Yeah, your shit counterfeit (fuck) CD, slap my shit (shit) Love DG, that's it Fuck that ho like-, shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (fuck) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (bitch) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw) Fuckin' on me, I thought I was your lock How you scared of the trap but flexin' a Glock? Beef with his man, what the fuck is a rock? And my time is like money, ain't wastin' tick tock (yeah) You ain't TM, what you throwin' that up for? I said, "Let's play a game," I be shootin' the block (BK) Bitch, you ain't gang, why the fuck you act tough for? Teach that nigga a lesson with a rock and a sock (gang) Kaine and Tay-K, nigga, you a house nigga What the fuck you gon' do if I say, "Pull the trigger"? Hatin' on me 'cause my guala way bigger Oh, your gang a facade? Nigga, I figured Ru-ru-run that shit back, but I ain't talkin' Turbo She want me for my racks 'cause that bitch a gold digger (bitch) Stop coppin' airsoft, lil' ho, save the turtles Put that fire to his face, turn his ass to a singer, dead Your shit counterfeit (your shit, what?) CD, slap my shit (CD, huh) Love DG, that's it (what?) Fuck that ho like-, shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (yeah) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (yeah) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw) Run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Ru-run that, run that bag, bitch

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah BK, (lean L-E-A-N) shit, shit, yeah Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag I heard your bitch wanna sit on my lap She bad on IG, I'ma double tap You trap and you hard, man, that's double cap Two twin Glocks give a nigga double nap Sleep, nigga, know they sleep on me Had a bad day so he weep on me With the gang, nigga, eight plus three What you want? Why you hate on me? You cannot fucking play with me BK, keep the K with me Give her the boot, you can't stay with me Call of Duty, keep that ray with me Pack came, nigga, know I'ma flip it That bitch attach like a motherfucking sticky Fah fah, make a move and stick it How many does it take, you get it? How many does it take to get it? How many bullets it take to rip it? 7.62s hit your fucking fitted Hoodie on me and it's large, can't fit it I cannot wait to say I did it Paycheck is my daily spending Coupe thief in the night 'cause it's tinted High as hell off this Perc' 10 Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag Santana, Santana Santana, Santan Uh, Santana

(Fuck, shit, shuh) Bk Bk (Shit, aye) Gang got the fucking Mac in the yo Hoe name Marissa on go Big bank and the ice be on froze Pour a 4 leave that lil na froze Fuck with the team lead to mayhem Can't do the dash 223's a chase him He aint the woods but on me ill face him Can't see me in nothing on me ill mace him Fuck all that he say she say shit Shine together Leven' BK shit Say he a shooter whole gang (Akeke) and shit Oh thats yo girl? She on freak freak shit BDA on some sneak peak shit 30 round let it leak weak bitch Let it reek reek bitch Let it reek reek bitch Hoes clapping at the spot like a glizzy Most of them psycho, who? Lizzy Purp pour it in the sprite getting fizzy Tryna get piped hoe (Bow) busy Peep out the window then grab the extension No disrespect we a teach you a lesson He came in flexing and walked out all drenching Even pressing nas like he was benching Shit dead

(Oh, thank God) It's Rula Santana on yo' player (Player) That broke my heart, made me a player (Play) I miss that top, I don't wan' date her (Date) I'ma cop that Tes' right out the layup (Play) Press one like a layup (Lay) I don't do no feats, if you pay up (Pay) I'ma get that bag before the day up (Day) Had to think again before I gave up (Gave) I can't with you, goodbye and stay up (Huh) I can't with me, sometimes I wonder (Won) Is everything better in the summer? (Sun) Is everything better in a Ford? (In a Ford) Huh, now what you bought your at Michael Kors? Is everything better through that door? (Door) Ask me what I got on, you can't afford (Ha) It's Rula Santana on your Mac (Mac) But I changed my name to fucking black (Black) Did me dirty, he come back (Back, Back) Just to get the dough, haha, I laugh (Haha, I laugh) You ain't got no dub to get a pass (Dub I pass) Left that energy in past (Left in the past) Rue Santan on blast, huh I can't get that bag, huh Hit that from back, huh I don't hit that right back, huh I'm like, "Why that so sad?" Huh It's, huh, 'cause she never had, huh, hurt me (Oh, thank God)