Yo, I'm not snitchin' on none of my boys
Not my corner, and not no Barksdale people, or what's left of 'em
For that to happen, somebody's gotta step up
I hear your voice inside my head, just real, like, late at night
And when you call my phone, I know you wanna feel this side
I know you need it, now you callin' my phone
I swear I'm done with your games you play
You plottin' for fun, oh-woah
Done, done, done
Done, done, done, oh
Done, done, done
Done, done (Yeah)
I wiped your tears, when you low as fuck, I know you need me here
I know you need me back then, but it's just way too damn late for that
I got this paper back and I'm gone
But I just come right back down that door
All them voices in that pint
I'm up on that floor, them words hit my core
I swear I'm trippin', 'cause I'm off real gas, I'm faded
That boy outdated, still shop at Jaded, oh
I hear your voice inside my head, just real, like, late at night
And when you call my phone, I know you wanna feel this side
I know you need it, now you callin' my phone
I swear I'm done with your games you play
You plottin' for fun, oh-woah
Done, done, done
Done, done, done, oh
Done, done, done
Done, done (Yeah)
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