Everybody loves it when you're down

Already been through it, won't cost another frown

Cruising in a Mustang, my parents don't like you

Interrogations if you suspect something they might do

Moved so much, I barely got new shoes

This converse changing colors

Something that i'm used to

Reminds me of my friends, quotation mark end

Make sure they got an excuse

Not coming off obtuse

If you listen to what i'm seeing

You'd be mad, i'm not acute

You'd be mad that I still love

Mad cause I slight trust

Mad cause I like to reign, but I never liked to rust

I'm wearing the same sweater that

I did leaving your crib

Showed me more respect than my clique ever did

How Am I gonna get blocked then act like I ain't notice

Ain't none to cut that bitch, I'm appalled that you ain't know this

I ain't name dropping but I ain't Sarah McLachlan

I won't cover shit up then pretend that we still rocking

Just know if I avoid even the smallest talk

You a victim of stalk and you hurting my stock

I wish what's his name didn't move

I really miss that dude

My brother forreal, generous, smart and good attitude

Even though his dad racist, he just gonna have to face it

Cause you got with a black bitch

And that jungle puss was amazing

My boy played baseball been MIA

Ever since that kid that followed

Finally found his way

I kinda pushed myself away, you'd

Think he lowkey gay

By the way he riding nuts like that

But what more can I say?

I appreciate the little shit, prolly

Why I hold tight

If you ain't around then it ain't gone

Be a good night

Though you ain't my slave, ya dude is alright

Kinda used to all ya stage freight

Pieces put together like a puzzle

Meeting new people like another

Matter of fact, I wonder if he came back

Like I asked, would our last conversation

Be our last?

I really wish I knew

Still won't make this shit any news

Remember that I said that I'd share my luxury

But at the looks of it, they ain't

Coming around until my luxury

About my birthday party, no one showed up

I guess that's my reciprocated love

I know that I ain't perfect, I ain't know I wasn't worth it

Cockiest guy you know, had that nigga feeling worthless

But shit don't come free

This dick is not cheap

This ain't dollar tree

Unless your face got perfect symmetry

You a bitch to me, fuck around with dog treats

I'd rather make conversation at the swap meet

Pack up the belongings, I am no longer longing

Take responsibility for all your wrongings

These nuts nigga

I'm screaming "Fuck Blake Griffin!"