क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Payne
Songwriter
गाने
[Verse 1]
See, I was under the impression that
The way I am, you supposed to
If I'm loyal, you supposed to be loyal
I was wrong
[Verse 2]
Started out deep, don't got the same homies
**** hood hops with slaz on it
Bitches took my love, yeah, shame on me
You wanna surprise me? Don't change on me
[Verse 3]
I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
One day you tellin' me it's love, then you over me
Bitch, I swear you do me worse than these hoes do me
I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
I thought we supposed to be together, then you broke with me
How the fuck you do me worse when you close to me?
[Verse 4]
Think this a game, playin' me like NBA
Told you, "Don't go", bitch, you left me anyway
Threw out my heart, left it on the interstate
Yo, bitch, you cold, bitch, you good like Golden State
Until them **** managed sideways
I coulda played them **** five ways
I'ma keep it movin' 'cause my time pays
Don't make me go back to my slime days
Little bitch, I'm richer every Friday
But I just pray to God to keep my vibe safe
How the fuck you switch up and go lame on me?
When it was talkin' time, why you put the blame on me?
**** said I did dirt, ain't no stain on me
**** that I showed up left pain on me
[Verse 5]
I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
One day you tellin' me it's love, then you over me
Bitch, I swear you do me worse than these hoes do me
I thought you supposed to fuck with me, not fuck over me
I thought you supposed to ride with me, not run over me
I thought we supposed to be together, then you broke with me
How the fuck you do me worse when you close to me?
[Verse 6]
My ****, my love, yeah, we go way back
Becomin' my homie, but now we ain't that
I used to run, get the ice, you bring the cognac
You ever fuck over me, you gon' regret that
And I hate the price of fame 'cause it cost too much
And I don't tell these bitches nothin' cause they talk too much
Yeah, we chasin' the dream but look what it's costin' us
Let me get ready to win, I done lost enough
Now we're livin' the high life, sippin' mai tai's on a private flight
Sittin' courtside with my cool guys, yeah
They really hate me, I can see it in they eyes
Used to love me, but it died, and it ain't no surprise
[Verse 7]
Started out deep, don't got the same homies
**** hood hops with slaz on it
Bitches took my love, yeah, shame on me
You wanna surprise me? Don't change on me
[Verse 8]
See, they put us through school
Twelve years straight, givin' us math
Only to get older and find out you can't count on nobody
Fuck math
Teach me history
Tell me about them **** who crossed they ****
So I know whats on the way for me
Written by: Norman Payne

