Dead Ends

Southside chilling with my niggas them Fake feelings and relations bring the realist ends The same women hit me Phone full of synonyms You was feeling other niggas now it’s different Wait Who am I to let you get your spot back Who am I to let you get your cock back It ain’t really yours Drizzles turn pours When you vision other women really gripping what was yours F*ck! I know you hate it I know you hate it Fronting’ for these niggas posting pictures of ya body tryna holla cause I made it F*ck! I know you hate it I know you hate it Crying to ya girls reminiscing what we had now you brag I’m ya favorite I know I ain't always have my stuff together But then I made just4u Really that was just a waste of my time But I appreciate it Everything is so different Ugh Why you looking sour in the face? You was car hopping back when I was in the race I was tryna get it in my four room apartment While you was fucking niggas for some tru's and some garments Say you want that real shit, hmm I spit it for you Pray you find a new flame F*ck it girl, I lit it for you Friends told you leave sorry baby you stuck with her Tryna double back, but you left for a f*ck nigga Damn I know you hate it I know you hate it Fronting’ for these niggas posting pictures of ya body tryna holla cause I made it F*ck! I know you hate it I know you hate it Crying to ya girls reminiscing what we had now you brag I’m ya favorite