(You know this ain't no motherfuckin' joke)

(Everything comes and goes)

(That's that type)

Let the past go on, Let the fake go on

Let them **** go, I've been on my own

I've done this all alone, Now that I'm up they wanna call my phone

Too much money but they turned down hill

Too much money but they turned down the deal

I got that thing that really blunt me a smoke

I'm just tryna tell you how I feel,

This is how the fuck I feel (How I feel)

She fuck me with her pride when I call over

You know this ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Everything on go,

That's that type

Let the real speak

Let the fake get gone

Let the fake go on

Let them **** go

Leave my ass alone

I've been on my own

I've been all alone

I fell on my face

I got up my own

I fell on my face

I got up my own

I just left the studio

(Oh)

But everything get better, she don't make no sense, she don't make no (sense)

I let the **** fuck her

Cause **** always there

I don't give a fuck at all, I don't give a fuck at all

Bad bitch in New York, bad bitch in New York

Told her its in New York (Bad bitchs in New York)

I'm tryna tell you how I feel, (I can't believe us at all)

I'm just tryna tell you how I feel, (I can't believe us at all)

Bitch, I'm just tryna tell you how I feel (Bitch I cant believe us at all)

This is how the fuck I feel (Uhh)

Let the real speak, let the fake get gone, Let the fake go on

Let them **** go, Leave my ass alone

I've been on my own

I fell on my face, I got up my own

I fell on my face, I just left the studio

(Oh)