Kindmile - going up

I know your type
The always acting left
But you always think you're right

You're just my type
Your words, so fucking nice
But your actions, far too ripe

I'm just tryna get rich
So that when you see me you feel fucking sick to your stomach
I could never ever switch
Till I got a hundred hundred hundreds in the bank
Till I do not give a damn bout whatchu think bitch
You can take this as a diss
Yeah you do me dirty but I write another hit
So fuck you I don't like you also thank you bitch

I'm going up without you
Or I'm going down without you
I don't give a fuck, I'm done with you
If I stuck around I'd be stuck like you

Written by:
MARK HILL, NRA DRE

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