Criticize me when I die because I need all the appreciation in full while I'm still alive

Life been moving fast for a ****, Like what is time.

All I did was blink, and went from 20 to 29.

Treated Nic like fuck a dead beat that boy one of mine.

Treated you like it fuck it I'd fix any troubled times.

Treated me like fuck him he ain't never did nothing right.

A hundred thousand plus put up on you it's something slight,

But such is life.

It's only ever you against you and your still losing.

"I hope we can definitely still be friends".

Silly me thinking of reaching out on your birthday.

Ain't even hit me on my mine.

Comfy at 29, next year I'm hitting 30.

So pardon my lack of effort in finding the perfect wording.

I'm doing well.

Your probably like "**** I never asked, why bother to tell".

Just another chapter in a book you done got off a shelf.

Silly me.

Thinking you'd come to your senses.

Turned my home to your home so I gotta address it, now that I got your attention.

Shit I gotta give you credit for staying in tact.

Yeah.

I'm sending love with a statement attachment.

You're lucky it's not a bill, I'll leave it at that.

When it's fact based, know that it's all hell.

Even as I kid I never been into tall tales.

Storytelling never cuts deep when it's all fiction,

Those stories only carry weight on Small scales.

Usually It says alot more by saying less.

Fired up the note pad and wrote what I'd say in a text.

Nothing nice.

I'm letting go of resentment and pride.

I see you slimming down, I can't say I'm hardly surprised.

All of that hard work you done put into selling them lies.

That's the type of shit that makes temperatures rise.

I went cold turkey then you went soul-searching and went about your way so you could put playing victim aside, baby.

I don't forgive you for none of that shit.