[Verse 1] This goes for Mrs. Whats-Her-Name I know that something changed before the money came But you got real Shady, Aftermath I was passed reminiscing over our past Claim you don't remember it But when I told your friends in the most intimate details Now you wanna censor shit Trying to fix the bits and pieces of what's left of it But even when it's fixed, it's so delicate True love is so hard to find And they say that once you found it you lost your mind Even some of my niggas done grew apart with time Truthfully I needed this space, you're far too kind I guess I gotta let it be The gang said I gotta big year ahead of me Jack told me that world will see eventually Even my worse enemy is praying for the best for me Dreams money can buy When you fall in love then realize your love was a lie And I guess that it was lust that flooded my eyes Slim waist, thick cake, lovable thighs I put that on the name of king I'm a first class nigga, coach told "you ain't make the team" Fuck chasing cheese Homie, I'm chasing dreams And fans make up for the rest like Maybelline
[Verse 2] And I'm the bad guy yet again Spend so much time trying to find who the victim is And if we put it in the eyes of the witnesses I still get the blame for fucking up in the beginning, shit You told me you was over that, grow up And you say you saw us holding hands, so what? If you can't look me in my eyes and respect me enough Then I guess you getting left in the dust With no feedback Having late night conversations Contemplating, both knowing that my time is wasted Mood swings all time of the day With childish behavior admitting that I was kind of complacent And knowing this could be the end of it Three months and she still ain't send a hint Now she fucking with the next nigga claiming it's her friend and shit You really take me for that much of a fool huh? I had bitches on hold for a long time To hear the perfect reason to just give them the walk sign So you could talk your shit and I'mma talk mine And hit me when you finish cause this is the fourth time I've crossed your line when you crossed mine You crossed my mind just looking at lost time I can't stress it no harder then this And I forgot to tell you, karma's a bitch High school girls be acting all retarded and shit Ignoring my shit, I know you see me calling you, Miss And if I called you a bitch, it must of slipped out I got caught in the midst, and then you flipped out Whitney hit the rock hard enough and stop getting loud and James is in a grave So I'm gonna have to pull a Chrissy brown I'm gonna laugh when they Rihanna on your ass Cause you love it when you binded and gagged right? Remember that time in the bathroom? I left it on your lower back like a tattoo I'm just letting off mad fumes And I'm gonna have to fill the shoes of this bad dude