Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na
Yea
Na, na, na, na, na
I hate this sh*t
I was on the phone with my brodie it's sad he almost cried
And yea he got the rollie but this b*tch took all his time
And he was telling me 'bout this person staying on his mind
This sh*t was so heartbreaking had to write it in these lines
You was my mf only b*tch, my only b*tch
You was somebody who I came up with, came up with
You bust it down, and then we hit a lick, stupid sh*t
And now you gone and that sh*t makes me sick
I hate this sh*t, man I hate this sh*t
Thought you was always gon' be there for me
Always somebody who would care for me
And now you gone and you ran from me
So I wrote this song to show you h*es under damn money
Back and then forth, these rumors be struggling, having me going insane
She saying relax, boo why is you bugging, your energies acting real lame
She saying please trust her and don't wear a rubber, now she pregnant, the kid got your name
Turns out she's a whore, that child ain't yours, she cheated with your brodie in May
I was walking in the rain, drowning puddles full of pain
I was talking to a dame, she was f*cking up my brain
She was ducking, dodging blame, I can't ever say her name
Glaring through my soul, it's stained like the windows up in vain
Now it's 'bouta be October
She come crying on your shoulder
Don't believe the lies she told ya
Women lie like they suppose to
Then they cry when they approach you
Sympathizing like you owe her
Don't provide the love she sold ya
She's just using you for closure, damn
You was my mf only b*tch, my only b*tch
You was somebody who I came up with, came up with
You bust it down, and then we hit a lick, stupid sh*t
And now you gone and that sh*t makes me sick
I hate this sh*t, man I hate this sh*t
Thought you was always gon' be there for me
Always somebody who would care for me
And now you gone and you ran from me
So I wrote this song to show you h*es under damn money
Four months passed, it's February
Now this sh*t is getting scary
Cause you thinking that you leaving
But she screaming about marriage
So you think about your parents
How your father wasn't with you
You know he's not your own
But you can be his father figure
You don't gotta problem with it
She smiles, you suspicious
Maybe have that baby, problems disappear like a magician
You ignore your moms convictions
She's just using you for money
One day he'll turn 18 and then she bouncing like a bunny
You say f*ck it, tis the season
Start a family, you ain't leaving
Supporting her and her son go to parent conference meetings
Things seem to be alright, but now she claiming that you beat her
Her side man come along and kill you
Now your ass ain't breathing, damn
You was my mf only b*tch, my only b*tch
You was somebody who I came up with, came up with
You bust it down, and then we hit a lick, stupid sh*t
And now you gone and that sh*t makes me sick
I hate this sh*t, man I hate this sh*t
Thought you was always gon' be there for me
Always somebody who would care for me
And now you gone and you ran from me
So I wrote this song to show you h*es under damn money
You was my mf
My only
Yea yea