Facts

Doing yo’ shit on the regular Thought I was behind ten steps ahead of ya Call me a predator I am a editor Edit you outta my life no regrets (And uh) You know i'mma step, when it come down to getting a check Kaisha, a boss back in effect Russian Roulette,hit you in the head (Cause I’m) Tired of you tired ass lame niggas Whole time you a runner, but you claiming you a hitter (Damn) Got these girls calling yo phone, you had one job to leave them alone The man of the hour, that gave you more power, yo’ plan turned a little bit sour I am that chick that’s gone call you on yo shit Had to step back, and look at where I was at with this relationship And I knew you that you was telling me lies Bout how much you wanted me to be a mother and wife How you wanted me to be around, how I held you down Should’ve let you drown in yo’ own misery, but that isn’t me I’m a different breed, raised up differently Hold up wait a minute Nigga stop calling my phone, nigga just let me breathe