Neglected

Imma get mine f*ck it imma risk mine Even if I gotta take your heart out with this stick nah (With this blick) I been listening, I can’t even kiss her All these rumors surfacing, they saying you ain’t shit now Imma get mine f*ck it imma risk mine Even if I gotta take your heart out with this stick nah (With this blick) I been listening, I can’t even kiss her All these rumors surfacing, they saying you ain’t shit now I’m neglected, heart be unprotected And I could never chase you, less you snatching off my necklace And imma keep it cordial, I’m not tryna have you breathless And I’m not tryna break you, cause when I touch it I’m reckless I’m talking bout your heart, I’m talkin bout your neckless I’m talking bout the things that keep you coming back for seconds If you holding onto me then you holding on to lessons And I could never put you above me just like the floor Like every insecurity be surfacing shore They be tryna check up me, what do you want? An award I’m not here for all the love, I’m just here for all the whores Cause the love is not not a option, yeah I took it off the board So when I’m hittin the road, don’t tell me to come back I left that shit at that when you had left me on my back And ain’t no need for heart attacks, when it’s a knife dug in your back And I cannot take it out because I know it’s not intact Call the paramedics, imma need somebody stat Call the paramedics, I’m having a heart attack Call the paramedics, imma need somebody stat Call the paramedics, there’s a knife in my back She said don’t leave me, they don’t even need me Every time I show up they be acting hella needy And I said for what? Why you ain’t giving up? Everything you said to me was deeper than a cut And every fucking memory you put it in a cup Just like every fucking enemy I put it in a blunt If you keep your hands up ain’t no need for you to run Imma T your mans up I don’t need no fucking gun We gone f*ck around and bring that nigga closer to the Son I ain’t talking bout the sky, yeah I’m talking bout the one If you keep him on a need to know there ain’t no need for fun Imma keep you on a need to know, and let you know we’re done (It’s over) Mans up, Put your fucking hands up Mans up, Put your fucking hands up Mans up, Put your fucking hands up Mans up, Put your fucking hands up