Flower child you blossomed
And now you grown
Heard you a freak in the sheets
Your covers blown (Blown)
Be smoking blunts while on molly
A Rolling Stone
She blame on the world
But she do it on her own
She a
Bad thing
Yeah I found her in the city (City)
She don't got no friends
So she love it when she with me
Nothing personal
I heard you been soul searching
So if you continue hurting
Just know that nobodies perfect (Perfect)
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
A lot of ladies
Bagging niggas for the Lexus (Ha)
What you gon do
When he drops you for a Lexus?
You sending text
He already on the next
He ignoring your calls
And he left your ass on read
Now all you got is regret
Tried to cuff him with the sex
Cause you
Lack the brains
And you do not got a check (Check)
Now your credit cards in debt
Cause you're steady trying to flex
They just kicked you out your condo
And they'll take the Lexus next
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
I wrote this verse for you
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(You you you you you)
(You you you you you)
Nothing personal
It gets worse you know
I wrote this verse for you
(You you you you you)
I wrote this verse for you
For you
For you