| Got caught in a moment, nothing was the same | 
| If I thought you’d notice, I’d mention your name | 
| But you’re out of the picture, I can’t still picture the fame | 
| But I really miss you, I put the issues to flame | 
| I can’t, no I can’t do it, I quit | 
| I can’t stay when you acting so righteous | 
| I ain’t play with you fucking nigga | 
| Just rolling papers and lying faces on some broken bitches | 
| Rolling papers and palm faking on some ugly niggas | 
| Look, I ain’t fucking with ya | 
| Oh, woah | 
| Not into the mystery, if you selling dreams | 
| And you’re somewhere listening, then you so damn mean | 
| And since we both ain’t shit niggas, then you can go to hell with me | 
| I know I played a lot of love games with ya, I can’t stand when the game plays | 
| me | 
| I know I played a lot of love games with ya, I can’t stand when the game plays | 
| me | 
| I don’t want stress, I don’t want press | 
| I don’t like mess, 'less it’s 'bout my sex | 
| You don’t get nothing, but you can get flex | 
| If somebody ask you about your ex | 
| Don’t mention my name | 
| 'Cause you be dropping names | 
| Don’t mention my name, yeah | 
| 'Cause you running games | 
| Don’t mention my name | 
| That’s so fucking lame | 
| Got caught in a moment, nothing was the same | 
| If I thought you’d notice, I’d mention your name | 
| But you’re out of the picture, I can’t still picture the fame |