My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch The ho should've never chose me And I should've never chose her Now I'm in the same predicament that you was in Back then when you was fuckin' 'round with her A ho just gon' be a ho And a slut just gon' be a slut

Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina I get lost

Hey Miss Lady, come on home I remember long time ago You outside of your show Tell me to come back You said that I was on your jet So then that’s why all I know Someday you will come around talking your charm You say that you thought that you’ll be mine

I believe I can fly I used to think that I could not go on And life was nothing but an awful song But now I know the meaning of true love I'm leaning on the everlasting arms 2-If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

Did you know, it was all going to go so wrong for you And did you see it was all going to be so right for me Why did we tell you then You were always the golden boy then And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes Hey you, did you ever realize what

In my grave, I'll rot I've dug two graves for us, my dear Can't pretend that I was perfect, leaving you in fear Oh man, what a world, the things I hear If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I? Some kill, some steal, some break your heart Well,

You oughta know by now Is that all you get for your money And it seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a

You're gonna miss me I loved you, I loved you, I loved you But that was then Now, when you think of late nights with me there in your bed True ride or die, that's what you had And when you think of my body on yours, don't forget Once I would have died

Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything