But you could miss me with all that, diss me then crawl back. I really wish yall would fall back, but gettin rich suppose to solve that.

My ex ask me where I'm moving I said 'On to better things.'

She could have a Grammy I'd still treat her ass like a nominee.

Pray the real live forever man. Pray the fakes get exposed.

I swear niggas be eyein me all hard and lyin to they girls and drivin the same cars

It's a shame, she had me convinced that she could've been a dime. I guess I lost another one to the wintertime.

Damn, tell me where did all the magic go? I followed the rules and told you everything you had to know