Yeah
Look, I got your text but I ain't get the message
You hit the town with your girls and now you talking reckless, broken records
I mean, who put them diamonds on your necklace
And who got all them gifts that you was checking on your checklist
You tell me, be a man
Like I ain't him
You tryna tell me that I'm lost
Girl I can't win
And you been tripping through my phone
It's ironic, you saying that you religious
Girl last night you did like eight sins
Yeah, you know you wilding
You blacking out like windows on the whip that I arrive in
I'm super styling
We get to chirping then you put your page on private
I ain't hating go ahead run up your mileage
I ain't tripping on it
Cause if your friend pass me a drink
You know I'm sipping on it
They say success the best revenge
And so I'm sitting on it
My mama told me I'm a star and now they wishing on it
Guess that's how it goes
And now you missing on it
Girl, shit even your friends knew what it was
They tried to tell you I'm the one
Like, girl don't ever fuck it up
And yeah you thought you had it
Now your checks ain't even sumn
I mean look at where I'm at
You dropped a hunnid for a dub
But I'm all surface
Know that I'm not perfect
I ain't go to church
Just to know this is Gods purpose
Me and all my dawgs move together
We all working
I'm feeling like LeBron
I done got the whole squad jerseys
The chip next though
You shoulda got a ring you Lala
I'm not Melo
I'm done hearing you blah, blah
I'm Tom Morello
The way I string together verses
Had me on a rope
I knew that we was never perfect
I still wanted hope
But you moved on and I'm cool with that
Just know I'm always moving forward
Never moving back
And since then I ain't get too attached
I'll leave this here for you to chew the facts
Now what you bout to do with that?