THOT I Told You (feat. Marty Obey)

Thought I told you I wasn't playing Miserable from all your complaining Every day need different arrangements Never wanna listen to what I'm saying I can't take it, no preparation Gotta face the truth, you complacent Separated, hopeless and anxious Make sure you tell your mama that I made it Conversations feeling like the desert Critical condition, bring the stretcher Last man was lesser and a guesser Probably why he folded under pressure It's a lesson in directions, why you scared to take a peek? I've been asking for confessions, yet you never wanna speak Telling me I'm stressing, we go through this every week Almost thought you had a child from us wilding in the sheets Me, it's who I'm looking at The mirror staring right back at me, some can't handle that I ain't focused on the Grammys or the platinum plaques Just need to better you and revenue, no strings attached Look, the fact of the matter is the facts ain't in unison Acting like a lunatic, assuming shit you true to this Used to cross my T's, till you put me on a crucifix So as you watch me bleed, please believe I'm too through with this Thought I told you I wasn't playing Miserable from all your complaining Every day need different arrangements Never wanna listen to what I'm saying I can't take it, no preparation Gotta face the truth, you complacent Separated, hopeless and anxious Make sure you tell your mama that I made it I gave you chance after chance after chance Advancing your hand from my high end demand Abandoned, been rammed, but you firm where you stand Of course I understand, I still don't give a damn A man in my own right, I know she was looking for the clone type Low hype, bespoke people, I've been pawned, guy Small fry, mile high fried for them long nights My soul fortified, so I'll be alright Steady protective of things you tried to embellish That hellish devilish shit is irrelevant In the end you pretended to be my friend got me believing for the hell of it Oh, I should've left your ass celibate Delicate my ass, you just threw us in the trash But your past coming up fast, pondered doing the dash Yeah, I'm that mad f*ck it, I hope you kick the bucket For all that you would covet, you ain't never been above it, ho Thought I told you I wasn't playing Miserable from all your complaining Every day need different arrangements Never wanna listen to what I'm saying I can't take it, no preparation Gotta face the truth, you complacent Separated, hopeless and anxious Make sure you tell your mama that I made it Make sure you tell your mama that I made it Make sure you tell your mama that I made it Make sure you tell your mama that I made it Make sure you tell your mama that I made it I made it, I made it, yeah