sayless...
Stoopin' to your level is like shaking hands with the devil
Girl you met your match I got limits and you won't let up
Tired of tasting blood from bitting my tongue to save your ego
Words cuttin' deep and this next one might be lethal
You was never mine it was my turn I had the right away
Shoulda let you go cause in them streets is where you like to play
Lost out on a real one
Lying to yourself you can not lie to me I'm still him
I can find other leave you bitter in them feelings
You don't know that side of me
I'll put my jersey back right now and show you villain
Tell them dizzy chicks that you call friends to mind what pays them
Sneaky links, for net, I can tell who raised em
You takin' life advice from everyone got me jaded
Really I'm the wrong to play wit
Claim you bring it all to the table
Well whose crib it's in
Put you on to all that paper, no penmanship
I ain't signed up for none of that fuck shit you did
You never own up to nothin' guess it's all on the kid
I be wanting to get even, gave me reasons that ain't me
You get cut before the season
Really you out your league
Catch a flight before my feels
Forgot who you got game from
Now you gotta play the bench you out the rotation
Stoopin' to your level is like shaking hands with the devil
Girl you met your match I got limits and you won't let up
Tired of tasting blood from bitting my tongue to save your ego
Words cuttin' deep and this next one might be lethal
You was never mine it was my turn I had the right away
Shoulda let you go cause in them streets is where you like to play
Girl you met your match I got limits and you won't let up
Tired of tasting blood from bitting my tongue to save your ego
Words cuttin' deep and this next one might be lethal
You was never mine it was my turn I had the right away
Shoulda let you go cause in them streets is where you like to play
Lost out on a real one
Lying to yourself you can not lie to me I'm still him
I can find other leave you bitter in them feelings
You don't know that side of me
I'll put my jersey back right now and show you villain
Tell them dizzy chicks that you call friends to mind what pays them
Sneaky links, for net, I can tell who raised em
You takin' life advice from everyone got me jaded
Really I'm the wrong to play wit
Claim you bring it all to the table
Well whose crib it's in
Put you on to all that paper, no penmanship
I ain't signed up for none of that fuck shit you did
You never own up to nothin' guess it's all on the kid
I be wanting to get even, gave me reasons that ain't me
You get cut before the season
Really you out your league
Catch a flight before my feels
Forgot who you got game from
Now you gotta play the bench you out the rotation
Stoopin' to your level is like shaking hands with the devil
Girl you met your match I got limits and you won't let up
Tired of tasting blood from bitting my tongue to save your ego
Words cuttin' deep and this next one might be lethal
You was never mine it was my turn I had the right away
Shoulda let you go cause in them streets is where you like to play
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Writer(s): Kenneth Muse Jr.
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