� April Cawsten. You made it. AK Beazles. You fired up. � �I don't, Won't you go aw-aw-ay, When you lay with Gray truly he stood on the plow of her dog like a soldier, I don't, Not my surviving when she wake up, Nigga ribs frozen, Ellie under death and we got a feel it, I don't, When I put meds in, With the Xanax box, All the ecstasy that I put inside the piece, I don't, All the things that I did good for her, Now she got the nerve to go take it, And I used to mess with a few of them niggas, Ain't none of them love me, Before the cameras and the fame, And I got a plan, That's a mother***in' bubbly, And my pops just used to blame, I was lookin' for the mud money, Now a nigga need a championship ring, Ay, broke up, I'm his brain flame, When I cut the door off, I treated her same, Lately I been smokin' on the ox like Purple Baby, Maybe if I pull up for a walk, I'm movin' lazy, She just wanna huff, I'ma tell my cop to have a baby, I came to school, I flip blockin', Now she goin' all the way with me, Oh, You go way, way, away, With your girl shawty, And still on the block, With her dog like a soldier, Oh, Number ten price, And when she wake up, A nigga ribs frozen, Ellie under death and we got a feel it, I don't, When I put meds in, With the Xanax box, All the AFCs that I put inside a piece, Oh, And she know, Of the things that I did good for her, Now she got the nerdy coattails, And a week old, I told her shawty, That I love her, Promise I ain't never change, Told her bitch, What up, But I don't know what I was thinkin', Why you Chanel-ing, Give you guac, Like why the *** is you complainin', I clean the street, Right by the park, Come on my block, Bitch, we gang bangin', I kill the shawty at the spot, For askin' me with Purple Baby, So my hip, I keep the clock, Around her momma's head, The 50-50, And the crazy, I can never let her head, And on the leaky room, It's 62-30, Bangin' on the street, Oh, You go way, Way up, When your little girl shawty, Installed on the block, With her dog like a soldier, Oh, And I'ma send fives, And wish you head, Cause nigga, Rich boys in LA, Y'all sit down, And got it really cold, Oh, When I put meds in, With the Xanax box, All the AFCs that I put inside a piece, Oh, And she know, Oh, All the things that I did good for her, Now she got a nerve to go tell, Then the week over,