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rearview mirror lyrics
[intro]
you’re all i had (i miss you, rose), you’re all i had
at night when the stars light up my room
i sit by myself, talking to the moon

[verse]
f_ck on a b_tch, and i’m brushing that ho off
now watch how we show off
he catching these bullets, b_tch, go long (pa, pa)
watch how they kneel, i’m like armstrong
stay with a b_tch in the back
he wanted smoke, so we grip on the mac
say, “we not making no money,” that’s cap
stay with them ks and the k!llers gon’ be on yo’ ass
stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (dior, dior)
right on his back, that’s a blue beam (huh), spooky
not known, lil’ boy, you a goofy, like whoopty
she swallow my kids in a two seat
busting a forty, feeling like 2gz
we too g, bad b_tch, she a groupie
end with an ah, she a thotty
way i be pimping, no scottie
givе me some time, going homе in a ‘rari
tired of fake friends saying they sorry
i was down bad and they don’t even help
making me question myself
can’t even say how i felt
maybe i shouldn’t be saying it for my lil’ bro and my family
i swear i’ma make it
got me some new friends, m.a.d
finna’ be notorious, b.i.g
tryna k!ll me, know where i be
bad b_tch, yeah, she on me
where i’m going, i can not be beat
p_ssy want smoke, get popped
say you gon drill me boy, stop
come through block, and we hitting them up like we ‘pac
stay with a k in my pocket, a glock
smoking a loud pack, get back, back
b_tch smack a p_ssy, we snap that
can’t trust a b_tch who use snapchat (yeah)
and that be a d_mn fact
saying she love you, got other guys behind your back
and hollow points when we attack
you a little b_tch, get smacked
had me feeling special, came and she left like a rental
beam on his cheek like a dimple, what
and shout out kidxo, f_ck on a b_tch and i move to the next ho
no face, no case, run at your place with a k and i spray
self healing, we leaving no trace
saying they love you, the same ones who leave you
and shout_out my day ones, i need you
f_cking b_tch i’ve done seen you, that b_tch was see through
fake love, i’ve done got use to, not even over a b_tch
fake friends that i knew since a kid
saying they we’re there, when they don’t even care
how you my bro, but you asking my ex to go send you some sh_t?
when i was still with the b_tch
it’s crazy how they always switch
f_ck that ho and she a eater
drive around the “a” with a beamer
yeah, beam on, get the money, put my team on
m.a.d letters, i bleed on
p_ssy leaving as a memory
disappearance, he a mystery, yeah
been feeling alone, hours on hours, no text on my phone
and that’s how i knew i was all on my own
i still grip on that toolie, shooting sh_t like it’s a movie (movie)
big guns, call of duty (what)
look at the mac in the back of a cadillac
where is my static at?
talking tough, he gone to soon
send him up high, he touching the moon
go out, he tryna—
f_ck on a b_tch, and i’m brushing that ho off
now watch how we show off
he catching these bullets, b_tch, go long (pa, pa)
watch how they kneel, i’m like armstrong
stay with a b_tch in the back
he wanted smoke, so we grip on the mac
say, “we not making no money,” that’s cap
stay with them ks and the k!llers gon’ be on yo’ ass
stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (dior, dior)
right on his back, that’s a blue beam (huh), spooky
not known, lil’ boy, you a goofy, like whoopty
she swallow my kids in a two seat
busting a forty, feeling like 2gz
we too g, bad b_tch, she a groupie
end with an ah, she a thotty
way i be pimping, no scottie
give me some time, going home in a ‘rari
tired of fake friends saying they sorry
i was down bad and they don’t even help
making me question myself
can’t even say how i felt
maybe i shouldn’t be saying it for my lil’ bro and my family
i swear i’ma make it
got me some new friends, m.a.d
finna’ be notorious, b.i.g
tryna k!ll me, know where i be
bad b_tch, yeah, she on me
where i’m going, i can not be beat
p_ssy want smoke, get popped
say you gon drill me boy, stop
come through block, and we hitting them up like we ‘pac
stay with a k in my pocket, a glock
smoking a loud pack, get back, back
b_tch smack a p_ssy, we snap that
can’t trust a b_tch who use snapchat (yeah)
and that be a d_mn fact
saying she love you, got other guys behind your back
and hollow points when we attack
you a little b_tch, get smacked
had me feeling special, came and she left like a rental
beam on his cheek like a dimple, what
and shout out kidxo, f_ck on a b_tch and i move to the next ho
no face, no case, run at your place with a k and i spray
self healing, we leaving no trace
saying they love you, the same ones who leave you
and shout_out my day ones, i need you
f_cking b_tch i’ve done seen you, that b_tch was see through
fake love, i’ve done got use to, not even over a b_tch
fake friends that i knew since a kid
saying they we’re there, when they don’t even care
how you my bro, but you asking my ex to go send you some sh_t?
when i was still with the b_tch
it’s crazy how they always switch
f_ck that ho and she a eater
drive around the “a” with a beamer
yeah, beam on, get the money, put my team on
m.a.d letters, i bleed on
p_ssy leaving as a memory
disappearance, he a mystery, yeah
been feeling alone, hours on hours, no text on my phone
and that’s how i knew i was all on my own
i still grip on that toolie, shooting sh_t like it’s a movie (movie)
big guns, call of duty (what)
look at the mac in the back of a cadillac
where is my static at?
talking tough, he gone to soon
send him up high, he touching the moon
go out, he tryna—

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