[Chorus]

Turn my back to the wall

You can't get me here

The room is sharp

I won't be your shield

There's holes in your heart

I can't be your fill

Not no more, no more

[Verse 1]

Yeah, he stumbled on a wife, so I stumbled on a M

No ID, how I knew a nigga heard

Box full, so I know a nigga hurt

Got stiff, had to hit him with the

"Sir, we all get a path, some nigga choose dirt"

Niggas did me dirt, now I don't trust a BM

Got me moving money in Rimowas on the weekend

I became a skeptic when I moved it out the pelican

Never take advice from a nigga I know better than

Love it like a son, we got different baby mothers

If I don't watch her, she gon' slight me undercover

I don't trust a blanket, only slightly under covers

Room get cold to a bitch too cold

Hate so lame, shit talk get old

You bitches funky, you bitches mold

Y'all mind these nigga and do what you told

I would never let a weak minded bitch in my home

Huh?

[Interlude]

I can't be your fill

[Verse 2]

Y'all PC OD, y'all some Overtons

I got PTSD from these overages

I was young when I got out them brokerages

I got set up one time, I ain't over it

Had to walk out that house with a broken rib

Had to get myself together, ain't perfect yet

Time came, still feel I ain't worth it yet

I be wrapping up days they ain't workin' yet

Pop hoes in they mouth, y'all pop Percocets

I heard an unknown body saying I'm soft

Know an unknown nigga like to peel bitches off

I be holding out the ring like, "I could tell 'em hold off"

Hold on? Okay, calm down? Okay

When you move ill, they gon' study your (Uh)

Make fun of your accent then mimic your (Huh)

Foot on they forehead, then scrape it like (Ugh)

The older I get, more healing I feel

Can trace back to source, why you don't know what's real

I feel your momma was jealous or worked all the time

Daddy was gone, niggas played with your mind

Childhood sheltered, so teenage years zealous

I know life tough and most crack under pressure

Talk out your neck 'cause you lackin' correction

Deep down you just need some loving correctly, well

I am not the bitch to do it

Fuck with something safe, screw it

They know the curve of my dick

Study that, call it influence

You should be focused on self

Instead of the way that I use it

You'd be lucky if I slapped you in the face with it

Better known than the bitch that blew it

Huh

[Chorus]

Turn my back to the wall

You can't get me here

The room is sharp

I won't be your shield

There's holes in your heart

I can't be your fill

Not no more, no more