TERMINAL RELATIONS

Is this your duty?
Answer me, are you the one responsible for all this?
Why do most men commence to such affairs
That only result in bloodshed?

All these niggas stand up on my bullshit
Foolish, I be laying niggas on that bullshit
Shoot shit, no hoop, bitch
Truth you gon face it
Fuck all that bullshit
These niggas so tasteless, not right with your shit
But you want a lady, I'm taking they lady
He want to fade me, cus he a baby
Hop on my cribby

Felt a lot of shit, but I never felt no envy
I don't want that shit if its gonna come easy
Girl I wanna fuck, girl that wanna tease me
Chest on my chest, walk around with a bleezy
Told you the truth you just couldn't believe it, yeah

All these rappers that can't even rap now
Oh, how can I show respect now?
I don't have no empathy for sellout
You need to rethink what you care about

Got good posture, fighting on my culture
When I touch the top, you gon get the cold shoulder
Read my emails, write emails
Rockin' chokers, niggas got leashes
I know I'm all shit
She want dope dick, and I got that dope shit
Pussy's only pussy and I get it when I want it
And you niggas do not know how to function
I can tell you lame niggas on that fuck shit

Girl that wanna fuck me, yea we in the bed faded
You don't impress me, your memory faded
I don't feel inspired by much in this world
Walk downtown with a brand new girl
I bit on her tongue, take her to a new world
I'm going to let your fantasy unfold
I can see these people don't know what I know
I don't fuck with none of the shit that you want

She say "Why is we so distant?"
Yeah, we call it a case of those terminal relations
She say "Why is we so distant?"
Yeah, we call it a case of those terminal relations

I don't wanna make friends, I wanna make rule
Shawty sound special, I said "Thank you"
Am I saying something that I don't know?
But I stopped needing approval a long time ago
And I know how to move baby
And I can teaches these lil niggas how to grove baby
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm in my wip, yeah, goin bout 280

Girl that wanna fuck me, yea we in the bed faded
You don't impress me, your memory faded
I don't feel inspired by much in this world
Walk downtown with a brand new girl
I bit on her tongue, take her to a new world
I'm going to let your fantasy unfold
I can see these people don't know what I know
I don't fuck with none of the shit that you want

She say "Why is we so distant?"
Yea, we call it a case of those terminal relations