How

You say that I'm always coming home late.
How?
You say that I'm always working.
How?
Late nights and then leave early.
How?
You searching peaking through the curtains.
How?
How?
How?
How?
How?
We done tried everything, still nothing.
'Nuff said but I had to say something
I don't wanna do no-more of the fussing.
Leave out and you think that I'm running
You know that the bag always coming.
Bitches all in my face at the function.
I don't really have no time for the fuck shit.
I rather you here but you bugging.

Feel like we at Rikers.
We both in here fighting.
Internally dying.
Indulging in vices.
The energy toxic.
I think that I like it.
Let's fuck and go shopping.
Take pictures and crop 'em.
Your friends always watching.
Like girl you got options.
Why he always pop up?
That shit get obnoxious.
That hating won't prosper.
We fly in the islands and fuck in the tropics.
Like if you got options why I am the topic?
How?
How?
How?
How?
All-
All I ever needed was my respect.
All I ever needed was my respect.
All I ever needed was my respect.
All I ever needed was my respect.
My respect said my respect.
All I ever needed was my respect.
My respect.
My respect.
All I ever needed was my respect.
Little ahh boy on the project steps.
I seen hella things that I don't regret.
Some of us died and the projects wept.
Some did drugs and turned to the gats.
How could I judge when I ran with them cats?
Twenty something old and I'm haunted by that.
Tell me girl can you help me with that?

You say that I'm always coming home late.
How?
You say that I'm always working.
How?
Late nights and then leave early.
How?
You searching peaking through the curtains.
How?
How?
How?
How?
How?



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Writer(s): Jamaal Walker
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