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I hope I don't sound ignorant, but excuse me for my ignorance
I haven't had a thought in sixty days, I'm kinda missin' em
Imagine talkin' bout your bestie, then find out they dissin' em
So why would I go kiss and tell if I ain't kissin' ya
Shit, I'm standin' at the ledge wishin' that I could see the top
I'm prayin' Father God would intervene if I don't drop
I'm talkin' bout the records I replay to myself in the vault
I'm referrin' to the money I would make if I don't flop
Pussy nigga, what the f*ck you talkin' bout? Get out the way
You a lil' tide rider, go and catch your own wave
I'm never late to the party, it's a quarter past eight
So what, I didn't check the reservation? I'm not of relation
Watch so cool, thought my wrist was in a basin
Virgil, Louis Vuitton, coverin' my temptation
Had to get that new Mercedes, yeah, the one with the facelift
Imported from Germany to save on inflation
Check the deck of cards, I'm the one with the aces
All my bitches study broad like they done got done with basic
And of course, I f*ck with broads, I had to get that extra large bra
For her to put it on, just for me to deface it
Man, I don't wanna talk bout nobody else, they hatin
I just spent hours figurin' out your fragrance
The way you comin' off is soundin' hella fragrant
I'm just tryna know better of what I want
What I want, what I want, what I want
What I want, what I want, what I want
What I want
Excuse all my due diligence, I'm tryna come off diligent
You actin' vigilant with those militant moves you visionin'
You paint me as a villain, but who's the hero you picturin'
All them images you posted about your business
Obviously, I'm in it, cause Keisha told me that I fit the description
And don't start playin' referee cause I'm fillin' his position
And tell me somethin', did he ever ask you, how you feelin'?
Or did he just sit on his ass and play on the system
He remind me of a nigga that tried to play the system
All that resistance with no effort in juxtaposition
I'm not tryna sound mean, but I think that you just a victim
And honestly, it's your mama's fault that you can't evict him
Whole lotta passive aggression, I don't feed off your pity
With all that ra-ra, it's ironic you wasn't even listenin'
If I ain't shit, then you shouldn't be surprised if you see an invoice comin'
What's the point of me bein' present if your tears ain't for me?
You'd leave the real ones for me
F*ck all that ride or die, you wouldn't leave a real one for me
Let's keep it real
Every time he took you out, he split the bill
And every time I took you out, we racked up hundreds on a meal
Exclude the dishes, I was payin' for your sisters
Don't take me as upset, all them shots you took, them was bitters
I was never warm
I gotta get back to my show, you too f*ckin' boring for me
What I want