Claps
I thank you for fucking me up
I thank you for giving me stuff
I thank you for saying enough is enough
And I thank you for pulling the plug
Cause that shit courageous
Not even hating
Willing to stand
For final ovations
Two different minds
From two different lines
Got you revealing
Your sinister side
A sinister side?
A sinister side
Cause who in their mind
Would take back a dime
Who threw my heart down on the ground
Would kick me when already down
Would go into town, fuckin around
Come back to my circle, playing rebound
I'm sorry for loss of connection
But what you did I had expected
Being alone, not being adored
If anyone rings you
You'll open them doors
But Where are the whores
Not willing to score
If all that I'll get
Is rashes and sores
Cause this generation bout hook ups
But once off the hook, they go disrupt
Then through the squad, leave you as suckers
Went from your homie to eskimo brothers
Now you all know what the insides like
You can't flash her, if they know that hype
But it's so double edged, they'll be so offended
They all want ins, till they know that intention
know that intention, it's so deadly
Know that intention, Shit gets messy
Know that intention, while breathing heavy
Know My intention
I'm so petty
Whore slut skank cunt, more in the book
Learn to close your legs, when you see good looks
Like an end of a show, bitch I'm coming with the claps
You tried going black, but your ass came back
What's popping buddy, Your pretty lucky
How does seconds taste? I'm sure its nutty
See I'm immature, and I blame my ego
A solid ten, not a perfect dark zero
I got thrown a curve, but I'm up to bat
See I'll cut my friends, before I cut them slack
So, don't ask for favors, your shit is whack
Go cry like a bitch, over dead cats
He's got whiney depression, oh how will he cope
Killing himself? I'll go show him the ropes
Don't aim at your boy, got you all in my scope
Go cry me a river, I'll sail up my boat
I guess you could say that I'm tired of the impulse
Turning it complex, over something so simple
But dealing with women, in itself so skillful
I'll hit her with the words, so she doesn't get a fistful
Rap stereotypes
But I close my eyes
Sleep with peace at night
With a piece of mind
And a will to grind
See we eating heavy
Need a coke with lime
Now I'm cold blooded
Think about it more
In a place so sunken
My feels done change
You were something now you nothing
So thanks for the pain
Now here's how I'll numb it
I thank you for giving me stuff
I thank you for saying enough is enough
And I thank you for pulling the plug
Cause that shit courageous
Not even hating
Willing to stand
For final ovations
Two different minds
From two different lines
Got you revealing
Your sinister side
A sinister side?
A sinister side
Cause who in their mind
Would take back a dime
Who threw my heart down on the ground
Would kick me when already down
Would go into town, fuckin around
Come back to my circle, playing rebound
I'm sorry for loss of connection
But what you did I had expected
Being alone, not being adored
If anyone rings you
You'll open them doors
But Where are the whores
Not willing to score
If all that I'll get
Is rashes and sores
Cause this generation bout hook ups
But once off the hook, they go disrupt
Then through the squad, leave you as suckers
Went from your homie to eskimo brothers
Now you all know what the insides like
You can't flash her, if they know that hype
But it's so double edged, they'll be so offended
They all want ins, till they know that intention
know that intention, it's so deadly
Know that intention, Shit gets messy
Know that intention, while breathing heavy
Know My intention
I'm so petty
Whore slut skank cunt, more in the book
Learn to close your legs, when you see good looks
Like an end of a show, bitch I'm coming with the claps
You tried going black, but your ass came back
What's popping buddy, Your pretty lucky
How does seconds taste? I'm sure its nutty
See I'm immature, and I blame my ego
A solid ten, not a perfect dark zero
I got thrown a curve, but I'm up to bat
See I'll cut my friends, before I cut them slack
So, don't ask for favors, your shit is whack
Go cry like a bitch, over dead cats
He's got whiney depression, oh how will he cope
Killing himself? I'll go show him the ropes
Don't aim at your boy, got you all in my scope
Go cry me a river, I'll sail up my boat
I guess you could say that I'm tired of the impulse
Turning it complex, over something so simple
But dealing with women, in itself so skillful
I'll hit her with the words, so she doesn't get a fistful
Rap stereotypes
But I close my eyes
Sleep with peace at night
With a piece of mind
And a will to grind
See we eating heavy
Need a coke with lime
Now I'm cold blooded
Think about it more
In a place so sunken
My feels done change
You were something now you nothing
So thanks for the pain
Now here's how I'll numb it
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Writer(s): Jamesmikel Abobo
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