The Breakup

Yeah
For real
Yeah

Ay, yo
Man, you can't tell me that you love me girl
I spend my money just to make you proud (whoa)
I give you all my heart and then you give me baby crowds? (Whoa)

You fill my head with all these dreams of how we'd make 'em bounce
But don't reciprocate, checkin' all my bank accounts, like -
Where the money that you promised
I'd make amounts larger than a safe could count? (Fact)
But I don't see it, baby, I been truly faithful how
You expect fo' me to think I'm safe when you don't pay me clout?

You finna make mе bounce (whoa)
And, dear Hip-Hop, you owe mе nothin', honestly
On tha' real, I think about you often
But it's not like how we started at tha' lunch tables
Wasn't really money on tha' line, knuckles on tha' on tha' counter
But it put it lit a spark in me to rhyme fo' you (whoa)

Ay, man, I'd do it for tha' free and make tha' time fo' you (hanh)
And started rhymin' over beats and I was tryin' fo' you
And I was tryna to be a beast, and penned tha' lines for you
And tried to shine, it was 50 in tha' tape deck
In Jigga all tha' time, tha' LeBron of rhyme
I was tryna be a young phenomenon
Esco and Biggie was the benchmarks
Then Lu and Kanyeezy came through
And that's when I was tryna keep the pen sharp, for real

Dear Hip-Hop
Do you love me anymore?
'Cause I don't feel the same

Ay, yo
I used to love you more than anything, it wasn't common (whoa)
For me to walk wit' anybody else inside tha' walkman (whoa)
When I was ridin', I was only rockin' wit' you talkin'
Any otha' talk was garbage

You had me thinkin' I'd rearrange tha' closet
Copped a pair of Timbs, so I be fly when I was walkin'
And double soled, baggy fo' tha' denim, I was ballin'
And back in college, always rocked a extra long tee when I was ATL stompin'

Couple knots up in the wallet, but not from pen n' paper
But what otha' rappers told me I should do to entertain ya', on the radio
Started selling tree, so I'd relate to you more
But now I grew up and tha' youngins' talkin' bangers galore?
I got some little ones, I don't let 'em listen to you
I don't let 'em watch you either, I don't let 'em get into you (real talk)

It's kinda crazy how wit' all this reminiscing through you
You keep it honest, you don't probably even listen, do you?
That's why I'm fallin' outta love if I'ma keep it real
You been actin' funny, like it's Key and Peele
Thought that I would see a mil
Prolly shoulda checked tha' fine print, when I agreed to deal
That's why I'm ova' this, n' leavin' still, yeah

Do you love me still?
'Cause, real talk, I don't love you no more
Just keep it real
Do you really even love me anymore? Still
Real talk, I don't love you no more, girl
I'ma keep it real
Dear Hip-Hop