Yeah I just left your crib and I ain't coming back I hate your dog and your excessive use of thumbtacks I hate your doormat Said you keep it real but girl you walk round with a mask Never on time and your car aint got no gas I seen you in the club turning up Girl you got finals in a week what the fuck You started acted different in the city yeah You always switch it up when you brittney yeah Addicted to the zodiacs Showed you all the signs but them signs you always hold it back Got you running on laps but you never on track Your circle full leeches and some alleycats I kept it way pass 100 I love your moms but your pops it's still fuck em He aint no better why he always stay judging How im raised how the fuck he think im thuggin I'm caring way too much this aint civil Things are getting clear word to Crystal Tired of making calls that aint official Like blow the whistle Bitches tell you lies like they love ya I could really lie to face to just to fuck ya Leave you in streets near the dumbster Stab you in back accupenture OKC bring the rain and the Thunder I'm still in Jersey got your back got your number I speak the truth cuz I love ya You got my BIMA hoodie Yeah i need it back Always tryna front like where the teachers at Educating me but never speaking facts Girl you lost your mind come and get it back