$How You Better

Yeah yeah
No time for second chances
(Stop playing with me)
I Told the bitch stop playing with my style
Yeah yeah
(Stop playing with me)
Gotta show me better
Than what you showing right now

Yeah
Fuxk wit me

Trynna show me better
You shoulda did that from rip
I told you what it is
I had you on the hip
Showed you what it is
Way better than I told it
Said you understand the fam
And the reason that I sold it
I am who I am
Who you thought you was exposing?
You On one on line
Leaking and it's showing
I opened ya eyes
You the one that wanna close em
I play it correct
I'm the nigga that was chosen

Yeah
Everytime?
Nah you just be throwing temper tantrums
And shit
Know what I'm sayin?
Fuck wrong with you?
Yeah you gotta show me better
Than what you giving me
Shit changes
Everyday ain't the same
Yesterday was a different me
How you say you into me
And be outta pocket
Plain to see
It's immaturity
You gotta stop it
I'd rather profit
You know the gains
Nothing monetary
I loss a lot
Feel like half the block
In a monastery
Making sure ya other half go heavy
When its commissary
That's a pain
Like no other
Imagine being in this cold world
Without no mother
Fuck no covers
So I handle yo cold shoulder
It's like we grew apart
Once grew older
We had a run
It was fun
Now it's feeling like the shows over
Fell short of syndication
Change or be the same
It's a process of elimination
Ain't trust the process
Fuck around and got eliminated
Go ahead and feel how you feel
If it makes you feel vindicated
All about ascension
All Them wack bitches
Disintegrated
Told you
This is real life
Ain't Nothing emulated
When you moving real right
Highly hated and imitated
Showed you zirconia
Versus a nigga
That's refrigerated
Touch it with ya dirty hands
Niggas get incinerated
Cremate style
All about that chicken
He say, she say
We play fowl.foul
Well here's a free throw
You might as well throw it free
Cause ion fuck with cheap hoes
Not tomorrow, not then
Or right now
Never!
That ain't never been my style
To play with a bitch or lay around
Hoes is here to pay
Not stay around
I gave you the game
It made you smile
Now it's bull in ya brain
I see It's causing strain
Letting that bullshit weigh you down
So either make a turn around
Or turn around
Cause ion got the time
For the bullshit
Or run around

Trynna show me better
You shoulda did that from rip
I told you what it is
I had you on the hip
Showed you what it is
Way better than I told it
Said you understand the fam
And the reason that I sold it
I am who I am
Who you thought you was exposing?
You on one
Online
Leaking and it's showing
I opened ya eyes
You the one that wanna close em
I play it correct
I'm the nigga that was chosen



Credits
Writer(s): Karionne Payton, Zakee Williams
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