You succeeded at your attempts to make me Need you desperately to vindicate me

I bob and weave em, hit em wit that Mayweather JAB.

I hope you lay down in your sleep and you choke on every lie you told

But could it be little me you was hecklin me Now it's monotony winnin regularly

Extracurricular Parallel to none I am perpendicular

The music is always blasting wherever I am that people always knock on my door and say, "It's too loud!"

Tryna forgive you for abandonin me Prayin but I think I'm still an angel away