[Part I]

[Intro: Propain & Woman]

What's the problem, dog? Like what—why you so mad all the time? (G&B)

I'm fuckin' mad because you ain't shit

Inconsistent, you always in your fuckin' ego

You never wanna talk

Then every time I wanna fuckin' talk, you don't even answer the phone (G&B)

[Verse 1: Propain, Propain & Woman]

How am I alive, but feel my heart deceased

I feel so numb at times, be askin' God for peace

Shawty at my crib askin', "Can we talk at least?"

She say that even when we face-to-face, I'm still hard to reach

But honestly, I don't like to hop on beef

I be strеssin' so much over bullshit that I hardly sleep

We go back and forth, I should deny it thеn I hardly speak

She say, "Nigga, grow up, this is motherfuckin' wild for me

How am I supposed to understand if you don't talk to me?

But you know how to gaslight this shit until the fault's on me

I show you patience knowin' I ought to leave

'Cause you the type to let this shit fall like some autumn leaves"

Damn, it's cold as ice

It's hard to argue back because I know she right

I be on the phone with Curtis, askin', "Is it more to life?"

And every situation I get in feel like I'm rollin' dice

Every time I try to commit, it become a gamble

My interest stay as long as a nigga flickin' through channels

'Cause once that fire go like a kid blowin' out candles

I turn to patchin' my homes when they blissin' and I just scramble, I'm gone

It's crazy and I don't even know the correct description, ha

Just know that once it hits a disconnection in her

Cee used to say that it ain't healthy to suppress my feelings

But how that sayin' go? — "Niggas don't invest in healin'"

Maybe it's the fact that I done dealt with some distressin' women

The Jazzy Belles and Delilahs, I ain't the best to pick it

So trustin' motors nowadays is soundin' less appealin'

So used too bullshit, it's got your boy rejectin' real ones

Damn

[Interlude: Propain & Woman]

Chill out, I want you to calm the fuck down

Stop always trippin' (No), stop always yellin' (No)

Stop always complainin' (No, no, no)

Man, this shit cool like you ain't goin' nowhere (Nah), you good (I am goin' some fuckin' where)

Where you goin'? (I'm goin' somewhere, away from your motherfuckin' ass)

Why you wanna-why you wanna go away? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Propain]

Or maybe it's deeper, try and find a root to all my troubled soul

My first heartbreak from was the one I loved the most

Man, I have five when mama sent me up them country roads

My auntie loved me, but a mother's love, that ain't nothin' close

And now I'm grown, I get it, you couldn't afford it

But still don't change the fact that that made me feel like a orphan

'Cause holidays came and you left and that shit was torture

And my brother stayed, had me thinkin' I'm less important

I struggled, fast forward years and all the trauma stayed

So now when people get too close, I tend to run away

I dealt with women who was shady and they brung up pain

I kept that hurt, moved to the next and I brung the same

These songs is like a cry for help in a humble way

My demise is bein' televised, shit, like The Hunger Games

My daughter askin', "Daddy, will it ever come a day

You find someone to love?" I just shrugged and she sadly say

[Chorus: Jhené Aiko]

What are you

What are you, what are you so afraid of?

What are you, what are you so afraid of?

What are you, what are you so afraid of?

[Interlude: Woman, Propain & Jhené Aiko]

I'm tired, I'm tired of this, I'm tired of the back and forth

I'm tired of you not knowin' what you want, I'm tired

Like if you feel like I can find somethin' elsewhere, just go, just go

I'm tired, I'm over it

So what-what you want from me?

I want you to be consistent

Fuck that relationship, shit, that shit ain't 'bout nothin'

You shouldn't have to deal with that

I'd never make you feel like that

[Outro: Boosie Badazz]

Social media fucked up everything (Yeah, right)

It made more avenues for money now (Right, for sure)

But it fucked up everything

Marriages (Haha), everything

At first, your bitch usually just see

The niggas at work (Haha), you and that's it and come home (Haha)

That's all she had to look at (Haha)

Now she got 'bout thirty thousand niggas to look at, ya heard me?

But when you don't act right (Right, mm)

And she hypnotized 'bout all the other bitch—the bitches gettin' shit on Instagram (Haha)

That she ain't gettin' (That's true)

So all that time you done put in for no money

It fucked up everything (Yeah), it fucked up you too

[Part II]

[Intro]

(—Genius)

[Verse]

Them same ones that used to hate and doubt

Callin' me for help now my reply, "You gotta pay amounts"

I be out the country in some places that I can't pronounce

With all my niggas toastin' on a boat 'bout how we made it out

Couple rappers pop before me, yeah, they took the famous route

It's ten years later, I'm like, "Where the fuck is A and I?"

Self made, told 'em, "Cut the check and you could save the clout"

A rented mansion never gon' compare when you done made your house

Huh, probably die before they slave me out

I don't want a slice of shit and I ain't into bakin' pies

Young Pro', underground god but got a major sign

If classic albums came with rings, I'd have a Tom Brady count

All white diamonds got a nigga lookin' sanctified

Got it on my own, you niggas lazy like McGrady eye

Forever Trill, this loyalty and we don't wave in size

Name a nigga colder, I'll wait, go 'head, take your time

[Outro]

(You're a genius, June)