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