Vons WRLD - final message

I fell in love and then Cupid hit his target
Bitch I'm countin' blues makin' the hoes go retarded
But when I fell in love she made it seem like it's a problem
Turns out because I was one of her options
l don't think that you hear me I don't think that you get it
Fuck around l have your ass gettin' embarrassed by the bitches
The ho had almost made me crash out I had to turn Jehovah's Witness
So you witnessin' me shootin' my J over these bitches
My nigga's playin' with sticks I pray to God they don't get hit
I remember sleepin' on the floor and now a nigga gettin' rich
Praise to God 'fore how I got here I could just be sellin' bricks
Paid the cost to be a boss so l been gettin' money ever since
Yeah and she know what's up
When I get that money treat her good and get her hair done
I don't want these hoes my baby special she is one of one
I want you all alone like we started playin' one-on-one
I just scored triple digits like Chamberlain
You know I got the40 and I'm blastin' and I'm blamin' it
Same niggas hatin' on your music be a fan of it
Like I lost my legs 'cause these hoes man I'm not standin' it
They can be there one minute and next minute be gone
Check up on your bros it's not okay to be alone
Damn I miss my dawg I wish that heaven had a phone
l even tried my best to leave a message at the tone
It wasn't goin' through I've been ballin' crazy in my tears man like Uncle Drew
Ask myself every day Will I make it to twenty-two?
These hoes they come and go I'm starting to think they playin' peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo peek peek peek-a-boo
I fell in love and then Cupid hit his target
I fell in love and then Cupid hit his target whoa
I fell in love and then Cupid hit his target
Bitch I'm countin' blues makin' the hoes go retarded
But when I fell in love she made it seem like it's a problem
Turns out because I was one of her options
And I don't think you understand the way I love to count my bands
They know my wrist is icy got these hoes up in a trance
She never met a nigga like me she just want me to be her man
Directing hoes just like I'm Spike Lee and they can't do it like I can
Live my life just like a race the way I live it every day
You know I gotta stay on pace before these niggas take my place
And I know they want my head and I'm just trying to play it safe
And I'm just trying to change but I'm stuck up in my ways
Baby it's not clear to me why you actin' weird to me?
Ho you ain't God so you ain't puttin' no fear in me
I just wanna tell you this is the last message you hear from me
I always tried to live my life so damn fearlessly
I fell in love and then Cupid hit his target
Bitch I'm countin' blues makin' the hoes go retarded
But when I fell in love she made it seem like it's a problem
Turns out because I was one of her options whoa

Written by:
Von Williams

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