Blk Jay - Fair Trade

I should be use to
The senseless violence
Streets I walked
Since I was young
Was paved wit the blood
From a problem
I can still feel
How it felt inside
When I rubbed
Up inside you
Guess its a fair trade
Took your heart
And you took it
No condom
Reckless abandon
I moved like Trevor in
Grand theft auto
I moved sorta dirty
And still
You couldn't make
Plans without em
Olympics
More podium flows
You meddled to
Stand beside em
I cherish you greatly
And greatness more
What you gave me
A rider
Motown blues
When you left
And every woman
Tryna shoot they shot
Really couldn't fit the shoes
That you left
Heavy effort
But I never end up
Choosing the rest
No contest
Like fuckin round and given
Room up to Steph
A nigga too unimpressed
Its a fair trade
I gave you love
You gave me views
Of them rare days
I think of you
In the presence of
Death
And I hope
From you I take in
Couple lessons to get
Cuz if I run into a you
Im gone be stressin a check
I paying tides
Like in the pews
Collection
Left him the bread
Now im rethinking
All my views
Like Budden after the disses
And took a listen
Now he noticed what he hated
Was really what
He was missing damn
Late nights in the Mazda
Im sorta kinda
Debating
Weather to drive to the crib
Or to pull up on ya
Gymnastics
I flip the corner
The whip raised
The smoke that I spit haze
Escape through a dip
Great, im gettin lifted
You been evicted
From mental
At least I hope so
Cuz every slow record
Evokes mo
Memories
Its like ten of
These that I wrote
Quotes like Shakespeare
I quake fear
Of losing you
Takes years
Up off me
This lake tears
Fuck it im love sick
All reminders from past
Socials and apps
Remind me
Who im in love wit
Know you feel the pain
When this thug spit
And I know you
Miss the king
How You tugged gripped
And latched onto me
When I would shove shit
You love it
You love it
Thanksgiving
You threw down
Like Mamba
On Dwight Howard
I'm grubbin
And I love it
Tell yo cousins
I'm sorry I lied
And said we was solid
We really wasn't
Its a fair trade
I gave you love
You gave me views
Of them rare days
In the presence of
Death
Like Budden
After the disses
And took a listen
Now he noticed
What he hated
Was really what he
Was missing damn
Days past then
You hit my number
Told you isolated
You hated to
Spit with others
Ingrained in my life
We went from kissing to
Grippin covers
In beds without
One another
Was told that
You hit my mother
And asked bout the kid
Like I was held
Up and stayed
On a good day
And you knocked
On my door
When answered
You asked them
If I could play
This a marathon
That we race
We nip hustles
climb to the top of the
Home of caves
Top of mountains
Is where we stake
You asked me
Why we tumbled
And Landed
Square on the face
In the process
We parted ways
Slipped the grip
In the cold we brake
The pieces we split into
Was molded to grow again
Second chance if we
Prone to change
We both know
That time has evaded
Aint no bringing it back
Aint it Doctor strange

Written by:
Johnson Dieujuste

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