| Yeah
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| It’s ankle bracelets, you know what I mean
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| They got bracelets on my ankles, pop
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| You know what I mean
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| Yeah, look
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| See, I’m not committed mommy, that’s the way it is
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| I be in my own space and I stay in my biz
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| It ain’t nothing new mama, I been sayin for years
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| All y’all do is straight stressin me and greyin my hairs
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| It’s not about fears and it’s not responsibility
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| It’s not about my father and it’s not comparability
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| Y’all God’s curse ma, Eve ate the apple
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| And y’all ain’t gonna convince me that monogamy is natural
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| I ain’t tryin to talk with somebody who’s not rational
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| And who the fuck is you to try to take me from my castle
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| It ain’t about maturity, it ain’t no little boy shit
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| Just save the psychoanalyzing me and all the Freud shit
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| And I’m sick as bugged out to wanna be alone
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| And I be all up in the crib and wanna be at home
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| And not has somebody being all up in my phone
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| And I ain’t lying to you, I’m just letting it to be known
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| (That you ain’t really ready, ready)
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| Ready ain’t the way to put it
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| (Ain't trying to go steady, steady)
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| Shit, I would rather eat a bullet
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| (Still want the head steady, steady)
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| You god damn right I do
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| (You swear I’m being petty, petty)
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| I ain’t trying to spend my life with you
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| (How long we gonna do this stuff)
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| As long as I fuckin wanna
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| (You think I’m stressin you for dough)
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| I don’t really want the drama
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| (Just want to make us a home)
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| You acting like my enemy
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| (But fuck it then just be alone)
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| Maybe that’s the way it’s meant to be
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| See, I don’t feel lonely ma, I would never settle
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| And I ain’t got the time for be monkey in the middle
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| Y’all behave like in enigma, rap inside the riddle
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| And y’all bring shit to the table is beneficial
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| Make yourself useful, I carry the fuckin pistol
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| But you don’t wanna do nothing is seen as sacrificial
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| You thinking you industrious, that’s the fuckin issiue
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| Men are different, women all alike, thats official
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| Salah Marciano and my Mama and then it’s over
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| So find yourself a soy boy, beta and a chauffeur
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| I ain’t gonna be touring while you laying on the sofa
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| Wifing up a thot cause you thinkin' you can mould her
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| I’m cut from a different cloth, papa was a g
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| And papa told me loyalty and honour is the key
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| And you don’t have neither one of them so skedaddle
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| Feel some type of way, tryin to blame it on the pharaoh
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| (That you ain’t really ready, ready)
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| Ready ain’t the way to put it
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| (Ain't trying to go steady, steady)
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| Shit, I would rather eat a bullet
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| (Still want the head steady, steady)
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| You god damn right I do
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| (You swear I’m being petty, petty)
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| I ain’t trying to spend my life with you
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| (How long we gonna do this stuff)
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| As long as I fuckin wanna
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| (You think I’m stressin you for dough)
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| I don’t really want the drama
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| (Just want to make us a home)
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| You acting like my enemy
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| (But fuck it then just be alone)
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| Maybe that’s the way it’s meant to be |