[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E League]

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

This shit's special

DJ Khaled!

J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

[Verse 1: Scarface]

And if I cry two tears for her

That would be the most that I would give to her

She left me stranded in my nightmares

Taking pictures of my memories—she right there

Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep

Always on my mind, so I can't sleep

She used to tell me she was all mine

Now, the only way I see the broad is online

I'm doing drugs trying to feel you

I'm killing me trying to heal you

I built my whole life around you

I thought I found it all when I found her

Shopping sprees on whatever coast

How'd you really feel? I may never know

And as I ride through these streets

With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the Sweets, I

Realize some things never change

Once in love and it's gone, you don't look at it the same, man

Fuck love, 'cause she don't live here

I'm soaked in blood, but I'm still here

Hip-hop heartbreaks

Straight-laced, deep bass, 808s, plus the mixtapes

Got a nigga feeling like I up and let you—

Get away, now you all in the lectures

Being studied by the colleges, professors

Now, I regret the day I met ya (Bitch)

I'll be the first one to say it

She ain't the one you want to play with

I fucked hip-hop

[Verse 2: Nas]

And if— And if— And if— And if I cry two tears for her

That would be the most that I can give to her

I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr. Dre, O'Shea

And a host of those who passed away

Today, I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz

You say you want to rap—to this bitch, you must commit

Then you're a slave to your grave

You won't get out, you cannot quit

She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm

But the source to her heart is love—word up, right on

You know how girls are

She love when you licking on her WorldStar

Kissing on her belly, trick on her at Onyx

Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic

But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her

She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings

Made some friends resent me for writing about my life

They thought I should have stayed quiet

She took me to places I would've never saw without her

And she took me from my girl powder

I doubt I'll ever be the same, ugh, hallowed be Thy name

Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James

Brad warned me while driving his auburn Ferrari

Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry

But I tried her, used to ride her—for dollars, not for fame

She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean

She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream

Noticed she wasn't breathing for a second

Then, I screamed, "She's dead!"

And everybody took it out on Nasty

I was just looking out for my music family

Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours

You can have her—she's a motherfucking whore

I fuck hip-hop

[Scratch Outro 1: DJ Premier]

And if I cry two tears for her

That would be the most that I would I give to her

She ain’t the one you wanna play with

You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit

I fucked hip-hop

And if I cry two tears for her

That will be the most I can give to her

She ain’t the one you wanna play with

I fuck hip-hop

And you all know how the story go

[Outro 2: DJ Khaled]

This shit's special

DJ Khaled!

J.U.S.T.I.C.E League