| Ha, yeah
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| They say that all your old girls got somebody new
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| I said, «Damn, really? |
| Even Rosemary? |
| Even Leann Sealy?»
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| They said, «Fucking right, they were the first to go»
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| It’s nothing personal
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| It’s just that all them women that you slept on been working though
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| They’ve been saving up, new niggas came around, they been waking up
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| With
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| «I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
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| They might have loved you before
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| But you’re out here doing your thing, they don’t know you»
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| Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere
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| It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
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| She like, «Why you even give a fuck, you not even here?»
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| Well, out there there ain’t nothing for me and I think I need to come home
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| Tell me, who did I leave behind?
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| You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
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| You think I’m so caught up in where I am right now
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| Uh, but believe I remember it all
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| I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in love with street shit
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| No wonder why I feel awkward at this Fashion Week shit
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| No wonder why I keep fucking up the double-cheek kiss
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| And long for that ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit
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| Couple artists got words for me, that’s never fun
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| They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
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| I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
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| When all is said and done, more is always said than done
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| And I was told once, things will change
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| By a nigga named Tip when my deal came
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| Told me it’s all good, even when it feel strange
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| Now I’m that guy that know them strippers by their real names
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| Rochelle, Jordan
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| Thick bitches, they just talked me out of four grand
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| How’d a pile of kush become a mountain of truth?
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| How’d a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth?
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| Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
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| Remember how I used to feel at the start of it
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| And now I’m living a muhfucking fairy tale
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| And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
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| Yeah, just lie to my ears
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| Tell me it feel the same, that’s all I’ve been dying to hear
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| Lights get low and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
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| And I heard my city feel better than ever, that’s why I gotta come home
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| Tell me, who did I leave behind?
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| You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
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| You think I’m so caught up in where I am right now
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| Uh, but believe I remember it all
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| My mother is back to who she was years ago
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| It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
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| I wish she’d stop checking up on women I can’t stand
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| 'Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
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| She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
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| But I’d never break the promises I made to myself
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| And I would never make up names for myself
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| Then change the names that I just gave to myself
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| Certain rappers would call me to say «What up, though?»
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| I used to brag about it to my friends
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| And now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
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| And maybe that’s all they do is just pretend
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| Damn, but I bought it though, I believed it
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| Yeah, I thought it and I achieved it
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| Yeah, so show me love, show me fuckin' love
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| 'Cause I thought it was all I needed
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| Yeah, clearly I was wrong about it all along
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| And this’ll be the year that I won’t even feel shit
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| They trip off the amount of people that I brought along
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| But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
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| Need credentials for every one of these Toronto kids
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| I promised they’d see it with me, we just trying to live
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| I told 'em we about to get it and we finally did
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| Listen closely to my shit, I swear it’s sounding like home
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| Tell me, who did I leave behind?
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| You think it got to me, I can just read your mind
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| You think I’m so caught up in where I am right now
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| Uh, but believe I remember it all
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| Well, you see, the way I feel about the music, it can be copied, you know?
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| But, it’s not copy do it, it’s the feel, you know? |
| It carry a feel
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| Well, you ask plenty musicians — them know it, but them can’t do it
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| Some people still searching for this truth here |