I'm working on dyin'
Said you belong to the streets, but the streets belong to me
It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
It's like home to me
I tatted your passport up
Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
Just know that was all me
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
That shit you tell, I wish that's how you called me
That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
And it's a lot of niggas trust, I put the list together
And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
You gotta live that shit for real
You can't just say whatever
You can never tell nobody that you held me down
If it was ride or die then you should've been there right no
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down
I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down
All the things I've done up until right now
I need a thousand pages just to write it down
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I pen for you to pipe down
I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down
Tried to run it back a hundred times
The world is yours, but the city's mine
I can't believe you put it on your mothers life
I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
True enough I know you from the other side, I
Set my expectations way too high
Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night
I know the book that you would write is a tell some
Not a tell all
Just to make sure that you well off, you a sell all rights
Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright
That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice
And I'm back poppin, I still remember the day I saw you
I was on your ass like back pockets
Niggas love to hate, but what is that stoppin'
So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
You're so two-faced, that I don't know which face
You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
You're the reason we cannot communicate
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down
I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down
All the things I've done up until right now
I need a thousand pages just to write it down
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I pen for you to pipe down
I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down
