歌詞
I'm in the studio, I'm tryna make that shit
Tryna make that shit right
I'm in the studio, tryna make that—
That was my last time, playin' with you, now I'm movin' around
It's with an X, ****, Striker Gang, Striker Boyz, all that shit
I'm in the studio, I'm tryna make this shit work
We took a break from me and you, I don't think this shit gon' work
In fucked up situations tryna put my heart first
You quick to tell your story, let me tell you how my heart hurt
Let me pour a cup first, second, let me take a sip
First, thank God and all my ****, damn, I wouldn't be shit
Reminiscin' 'bout the block, on the M, we ain't never had shit
Reminiscin' 'bout the block 'cause we ain't never had shit
All this rap shit, man, this shit don't seem real
How this lifestyle set up, it don't even feel true
Oh, you want Chanel, Gucci, Louis, this ain't the real you
You more into my bag than my love, you ain't playin' it fair
How you know you like Chanel and you don't even own a pair
Took the elevator, but I ain't forget that I was on them stairs
Was in and out of jail, fightin' cases, had my momma scared
I can't go through the shit with you no more, it's too much trauma there
Yeah
That was my last time playin' with you, now I'm movin' around
She said, "How you say you want my heart, end up shootin' it out"
I ain't gon' tell you to stop some shit that you be tryin' to do
On my time and my time only, that's how I be wantin' to move
Too much chillin' with the choppa, he just be wantin' to shoot
I be chillin', this lil bitch be tryna find an excuse
Like, you mad for what?
It's crazy how she say she moving forward, but somehow, she always come backin' up
It was funny when I was down, I tell them **** gon’ laugh it up
I done had enough
You fuck with me, but you don't show it, that shit ain't addin' up
Wanna close my eyes and never open 'em, somebody pass the cup
I send some bullets, I just pray that all my passes touch
I send some bullets, I just pray that all my passes touch, huh
That was my last time playin' with you, now I'm movin' around
How you say you want my heart, end up shootin' it out
Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Ivan Dwann montreal Hopson