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Running from ya self

Now ya lost

When you stranded in your mind

Time is off

Constantly fighting

I'm consciously silent

Heavily private

Won't know til I sight it

I

I can't really trust nobody

Just wanna take my love

I don't really want nobody

Only really want my body

Only want to stand in the pride

Of calling you mine

Calling you mine

(Gotta do more than a little, gonna take more than a little)

Gotta Do more

Can't just show up

You gon have to grow up

Got ta Do more

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Let me ask you

Ambition, what yours look like

I ain't trynna hear soap opera's

I need income and options

Secure

Not trynna profit

Need make sure

You ain't in my pockets

Small talk

Beyond it

Flowers

Dinner invitations

The works

I don't wanna have to ask

And I don't want have to ask

Did I say that I don't want to have to ask

Fuck I look like

Nigga

I'm the wife type

Gone move to left you not my type

Not settling for yo type or no type

That's my type

If you gotta a problem

Take it up with your life

Niggas don't act right

But they want a wife

(What, Yea)

Ha

Gotta to do more

Get this

I ain't even in the game

On lock down, niggas still inquirin

Not in the mood to share

But what you wanna know

I ain't even trying and you wanna know

Wait til you see you see me trying then you'll really want to know

You ain't really built for it though

You ain't really built for me though

Show me how you built for me hoe

Show me how you built for me hoe

Fake Suburban Narco

Playing wit me like I ain't Indigo

Never been afraid to walk solo

Call me Chaka Khan I made it through the fire

Call me Baby Kanye I made it through the wire

These niggas keep on playin wit me

Not getting caught in no fire

Rather take one for hire

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