| Hopefully, emotionally, you can cope with this truthful shit I’m about to spit
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| The realest shit I ever wrote, so please don’t judge me for my sins
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| Cause shit Goddamn it’s a lot of them
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| Shit Goddamn it’s a lot of them
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| Women and pride where should I begin
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| Women and pride where should I begin
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| Let’s start with '97 in love with Meagan
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| Good, puppy love, first time ever
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| She was sayin' wait, even back then had me streesin'
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| Had a man, had to expect it, so I called her my best friend
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| But like kids, we had plans for a wedding
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| But I start pimpin', skippin' church hurt, felt neglected
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| Was it my mama fault her only child kept gettin' rejected
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| Move from projects to projects, and wrote me off like credit
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| Then all of a sudden the unsuspected, fell in love with Alexis
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| The sex was unprotected, Danika too, we tested
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| Yup you guessed it, I got her pregnant
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| Then she miscarried on 9/11
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| In heaven is where my best is invested
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| In Jesus name, I told the lord that I learned my lesson
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| In Hollywood out of element, made a deal with the devil
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| I promise I’ma be celibate
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| But shit, you already know that was over hella quick
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| Now hella chicks that was relevant
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| Young Cannon was killin' it
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| Famous, the nameless fucked me for free, a few freaks who sellin' it
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| Diana turned me around, now I’m back on track
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| Bible study 7 days a week made me believe she had my back
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| Never think that she’d mislead and stab me in the back
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| But I ain’t mad
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| Now my trust issues is at an all-time wack
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| I don’t call chicks back
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| I’m like fuck all they asses, only pay my taxes
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| I don’t pay no attention to them bitches who flashin'
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| Those bitches is plastic, we don’t love dem hoes
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| But we lovin' their passion
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| We love who they wanna be, perfection and fashion
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| Yeah, my defense mechanism’s, milly rockin' and dabbin'
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| Got me pushin' 'em back and got me pushin' it passed 'em
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| I was pushin' a Navi and that’s when I met Tina
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| I mean, I mean my ting she was my queen to be
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| We was two peas and the world happened
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| What happened? |
| What happened?
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| Now, I’m rappin'
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| Got caught up with sauce and them awesome bitches I bagged 'em
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| But had I known I would damage our magic
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| I promise I would never ever ever would’ve pulled them tricks
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| Cut to Ms. Thomas when I saw her 2006
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| Tried to holler, but I thought she was in love with another libra nigga
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| I can’t lie I think I’m fascinated with these R&B singers
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| Ever since I used to stalk Brandy on the set of «Moesha»
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| Met Ray J’s stylist, she was smilin' and creepin'
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| She was bout it, I was bout it, now let’s go get pizza
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| Kim was the flyest chick
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| I get why Kanye be wylin' and tweakin'
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| The most photographed woman since Mona Lisa
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| But that pornographic feature had my ego depleted
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| My agents callin' me screamin', that I don’t need it
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| So I retreated to Las Vegas escapin' with Selita
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| Ready to elope, or hope it was a secret
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| But Victoria ain’t trust her, and I didn’t either
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| Broke my heart and started beffin', fuck it I’m vegan
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| And everybody thought her ring was the same as the diva’s
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| But you never give queens the same thing, I mean
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| That’s rule number one when puttin' diamonds on their fingers
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| Before that last trip to Jacob, had to make-up with Scherzinger
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| Was in love with Nicole, think I still am
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| Cause she so cold Goddamn
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| Can’t let go, Goddamn
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| But my dream girl appeared and made it with my soul
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| We made it 7 years, itchin' man I wanted mo'
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| Forever was the goal, but this world is throwed
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| The only thing that keeps me goin is my five-year olds
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| Something 'bout a child’s soul that can find a diamond in coal
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| My mind’s said I gotta have some mo'
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| Golden
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| Should I feel guilty cause I’m in love with Brittany
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| But jesscia’s hatin', Jen is angry and Reese is leavin'
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| Cause my love was so shaky
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| My words so deceiving
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| I love 'em all, it’s my fault, they don’t believe me
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| Damaged goods, broken wings, my spirit is grieving
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| Maybe one day I would find someone who loves me for me
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| Until I meet her, I’ll keep singing
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| I shed so many tears on this song
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| You know I made it for you
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| Girl you know that it’s true
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| I do love you
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| Shed so many tears on this song |
| You know I made it for you
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| Girl you know that it’s true
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| I still love you
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| You could have a piece of my love
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| It’s waiting for you
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| Girl it’s true
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| I love you
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| Never really want to put the blame on you
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| All I want to do is put my name on you
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| Aww yeah
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| And it’s my truth, it’s my truth
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| It’s my truth girl, can you handle that?
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| I shed so many tears on this song
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| You know I made it for you
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| Girl you know that it’s true
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| I do love you
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| Shed so many tears on this song
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| You know I made it for you
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| Girl you know that it’s true
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| I still love you
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| I was young and hella reckless
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| Baby I apologize for all my messin'
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| Baby, baby I done definitely learned my lesson
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| Praise the lord and hallelujah
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| You’re the one I wanna do, ya know
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| Lil mama ill with it
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| Know I’m hard to deal with
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| Put up with my bullshit
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| And she wanna still kick it
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| Know she wanna kill bitches
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| When she find them naked pictures
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| All up on my phone, checkin' questionin' a real nigga
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| You could have a piece of my love
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| It’s waiting for you
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| Girl it’s true
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| I love you
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| I shed so many tears on this song
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| You know I made it for you
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| Girl you know that it’s true
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| I do love you
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| Shed so many tears on this song
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| You know I made it for you
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| Girl you know that it’s true
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| I still love you |