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fym q - the end is near lyrics

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2024 we still tied told you couldn’t find n0body better you still tried
government arguing about the rules we live by
then my cousin died a year ago, i still cry
and we all know what’s happening next, i’m terrified
mortified, but the sun comes up, we outside
three days later, mutual feeling on drive+by
six months later, back to focusing on our lives
nine months later, posting for attention and high+five
a year go by n0body call or stopped by depression on high alert please hit the hotline
cause family ties are getting broken on my side
especially when there’s no effort to revive
relationships that you had have established since knee+high
as i grow older, sometimes i see why i’m cool without talking to people as time flies

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i’ve been holding myself hostage, i don’t like and i exit
you want to take the next step, but i don’t really think that you ready
now you mad at the truth, you only mad cause i said it
you running to twitter to sub+tweet i can’t say i respect it
you let them gas you up, all them hoes is unleaded
you busy trying to rock the boat, while i’m holding it steady
can you focus up? you busy competing with exes
that’s like competing with ghosts, i’m from a whole ‘nother era
they really say that i changed, can’t see myself in my mirror
don’t care nothing about love, they actually breaking my spirit
locked down for three years, guess it’s my time to be free
only seen a few posts, they think they know the real me
when i sold my first milli, they was hating all week
i really just handle the money, i don’t really handle no beef
i’m trying to go own the building ain’t really claiming no streets
my life ain’t really got ceilings she want me designer her feet
they want me drop top in a coupe, if it’s a problem, we shoot
n+ggas be capping in songs, they gon’ end up on the news
i’m spending money for fun, taking shots hold the juice
had her and her friends, you know hoes travel in groups
out in the open i send it, don’t be telling my business
if i say it i did it only say what i mention both went through it together
except you tell the story a little different, make amends i’m the villain
soul ties with no feelings, we can say we together, to the world we just chilling
they say i’m toxic a lot, i need spiritual healing
group chats destroying my name, steady fixing my image
my mental battles be real, i almost forgot that i’m winning

the field muddy i’m done sharing plates we ate off, exes hate me now
cause all the money i made off, f+cking they amigas, so shorty want me to take off
but even if i die, these royalties forever pay off
i got n+ggas dissing me and they not even on my radar
y’all tap dance for these crackers, i’m not the one to play ball
and to my exes i’m up, i can never really hate y’all
and they glad this my last album they still hoping that i fade off
heard you had to take time couple l’s you had to shake off
she still think it’s a upgrade, but really she played off
plushenko how i skate off, she f+cked me and she ain’t cost
and i still got time for you n+ggas that got your hate off

yeah you blocked me, said it was over, how you run back
you got mental problems and wayne ain’t teach me how to love that
risked everything to get what you wanted and where the love at
like bobby doing everything and whitney asking where the drugs at
you want it all where the socket, where the plug at
gave you the world and you want me to go out and plus that
i’m above that, plus how can i when you tripping cause i’m out with girls
i’m just asking where the trust at

- fym q lyrics

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