The game ain't based on sympathy
I’ll leave at that
C-Sick
Yeah, I want this s**t to bleed
Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck
I gotta flex, s**t on my ex
You not my bih', you did me wrong
Feel like I can’t even call you my ex
I gotta flex, diamonds and checks
All of the s**t that you did just to flex
How you gon’ s**t on the kid just to flex?
How you gon’ s**t on the kid
When you know I used to love you?
Gimme a sec
Check, went to jewelers to **** a Patek
Wylin’ out for respect
Shawty, why can’t you love me?
Five bands, spending lovely
Wrist cuts, get you glitz’d up
Have you lookin’ like you still love me
Why can’t you love me?
You got somebody
You cannot trust me
I cannot trust me
Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck
I gotta flex, s**t on my ex
You not my bih', you did me wrong
Feel like I can’t even call you my ex
I gotta flex, diamonds and checks
All of the s**t that you did just to flex
How you gon’ s**t on the kid just to flex?
How you gon’ s**t on the kid
When you know I used to love you?
I want this s**t to bleed
Yeah, count the baguettes, I need to flex
Need to do something to shift all the stress, yeah
'Cause I can’t make you love,
I can’t make you love me
Damn, I wished you loved me
Damn, I wished you loved me
Wasn’t it so lovely? Wasn’t it so lovely?
When you used to love me?
And do you still love me?
Why can’t you love?
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love, yeah
Went to trenches, came back to a *****
You flew away and came back to a *****
You used to keep it so thorough,
Then when you would come around
You wouldn’t dap all my ******
I love myself when I was in the trap
I love myself when I was in the trenches
I love my love for people when I used to see 'em
Walk beside me sleeping on them benches
But one day you saw me and you held me down
Kept it real and shawty you held it down
Wasn’t nothin’ ****** could tell me now
Wasn’t nothin’ I couldn’t sell out
I just had to get the money and get it
Got the product, stack it, flip it and split it
With my ****** in the trenches
Baby, you the one that held a ***** down
And I will not forget it, yeah
You loved, you loved me
You loved, you loved me
You loved, you loved me
Back to my ways, I’m going back to my ways
Audemars, Patek, the face
I can’t go back to your place
It bring me back to the days
Back in the day
How the **** you let him kiss on your face?
How you had him all up back in your place?
Had another ***** sit in my space
Tryna give another ***** my place, oh no
No, no, no, no, no
Lil' *****