DIRT

This shit inside of me making me kinda loco

These woman on the web talking shit through a photo

Bitch behave I got more dirt on you than a glove

Mufucka sit on down while I put on a show

Let’s rock with the beat low

Imma keep it on tempo

No tom No cymbal

Fuck that drum solo

Ok drop the beat down cuz you know that I made it

While I’m taking you out yea the truth imma say it

Mmm I’m hearing mother fuckers talkin bout me

I waited in the silence but the silence don’t sleep

You see she told me all the things that you did while I dreamed

Now I’m waking up to haunt you cuz mufucka I’m free

Free from worrying bout the boy that you said was a friend

Now he all up on your songs sayin he wished you were stayin

Listen homie I don’t mean to make a scene here at all

But when she started up with you that bitch was still in my drawers

Ok I’m over these bitches who think their picket fences

Can keep truth from existing Oo wee I’m bout to deal it

Ok I got a feeling that we need to talk business

Ding dong I’m here to finish it, me? Ok let’s finish it

I kept my melodies and words at bay

Your catalog’s about me babe

I sat in silence you went out to play

Mmm yea you always wanted center stage

I owe you nothing after what you’ve done

I hate that you’re the one I loved

Cuz you’ve only ever loved yourself

Your memory’s a living hell