Tryna tell on me like I'ma child I'ma grown ass hell that's speaking the truth always tryna make me look small or rejected fuck you
I don't have to cord my every fucking move every word I speak you fucking heard me you dont need validation about what been done and said and im not finna poeticly repeat myself
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Ogunisjustice (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How u comparing a family dynamic as your enemy or an OPP mad because I reply to a message vs u comparing it to seeing my ex ass in the store and not telling you I don't have to tell y'all shiit about any of my moves and who I talk to non of your business and my sister tryna raid bait the situation and make shiit bigger then what it is tryna make up stupid senerios for control
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