[Intro]

(Let's go, Miche, that's your turn right now)

[Verse]

I hate to walk out your life, but I got to

No teeth, this shit love, but it rot too

Hate to see you in my view, so I blocked you

But if you ever need to be fucked, I'll come through

Brownskin shit like Famous Ocean, not no KungFu

Moanin' in my ear you finna cum, I'm finna cum too

But I heard 'bout that nigga you be fuckin' and that shit true

Lied in your face and I cheated, but I love you

Now you questionin' my love and I'm questionin' my drugs, I don't care if they real or fake

You just like everybody else, you just want a lash business, you don't want no real estate

Fuck mois', none of my jewеlry fake

A real one, a rеal bitch, I should've stayed with Faith

You tell me pull up, I'll do a hundred on the interstate

Anytime you need something, I ain't never made you wait

You got amnesia, you forgettin' what I did

I ain't got life, this shit light, it's just a bid

It hit different 'cause you the mother of my kid

Soon as you lose an argument, you try me with my kid, yeah

Or leave her the baby, that shit crazy

Unless you graduatin', it ain't no congratulations

I was at the bottom, but now, look, we elevatin'

I told you abort the kid, but you hesitated and waited

Got the fuck on, bitch, I skated, yeah

I hate your nigga, but I ain't racist

Bought you flowers and your vases

But why the fuck you leave when them cases came?

These pills ain't real, but they ease the pain

You say that you love me, but it don't feel the same

Say that you love me, but it don't feel

Chrome Heart glasses on, got all y'all lookin' strange

I knew she was gon' fuck when the liquor came

She just want some Don, she ready to fuck all on the don

Thought it was my dick, she ready to fuck all on the gun

Financial institution, they'll tell you I'm havin' funds

She got mad I fucked her friend, girl, I thought we was havin' fun

She got mad 'cause I ain't never text her phone, thought we was done

She got mad 'cause I ain't nut up in her pussy and have a son

I want a mil' for a tape, but I need half upfront, yeah

Opp niggas in my blunt, yeah

.223s in my gun, yeah

Six-point-fours in my engine, I got faith in my high-speed if I ever run, yeah