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YeahY'all might want to skip this one, this is aHarsh truthVery harsh truthLookTo all the ladies wonderin' whyDrake can't rap like that same old guyIt's 'cause I don't know how anymoreI don't know how, yeahI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in halfI try to joke and I laughBut I just don't know how anymore, loveI don't know how, yeahTo all the super triggered women talkin' down on meRelax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughterCan't get a tan from your phone lightBaby, it's late June, open the blindsGet out The Shade RoomMaybe you could stop gettin' involvedIn some shit when you not involvedOr maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mallWhat's your baby's shoe size?Could tell by the laces, they tightAw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in lifeAnd then you got the onesWho claim a guy that's everyone's niggaLeave for a month to Colombia and now everything biggerEven your attitude is bigger, your appetite growingYour nigga is not even a starting QBThat nigga on the field before the gameHe just practicin' throwingWhat happened to sellin' real estate?Where all that shit was goin'?All your fuckin' captionsLately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'All of that snappin' and posin'Whole time, he jealous of your pastWho the fuck was your last?Askin' questions 'bout niggasAnd you get slapped in the face if you happen to know himDomestic abuse, that man is not a man for youHe's a pathetic excuseLyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin'Your skeletons looseBut you stick around'Cause who's out there that's better for you?Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a cabooseBut he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loosePlus it's the only thing they see when you get introducedNow you on a flight to BogotáJust to get it reduced, good LordMore weeks of recovery clinicsFront like you love every minuteYou gettin' pushed to the brinkYou sittin' at double your limitMeanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitchesIf they even mention me and showin' me loveThen it's finishedJealous-ass niggasDamnThen you got the ones that travel 'cross the globeEverything is paid, they don't need a manDon't listen to Drake, never been a fanYou got a million hoes, yeah, I understandI'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plansI'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my handThen I search your name, find you on the 'GramClick the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on camWhat the fuck?Oh, hell noIt can't beNot Mrs. Independent, dudeNahTo all the ladies wonderin' whyDrake can't rap like that same old guyIt's 'cause I don't know how anymoreI don't know how, yeahI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in halfI try to joke and I laughBut I just don't know how anymore, loveI just don't know how, yeahTo all the ladies on my case with a look on they faceAllow me to put these bums right back in they placeFor all the niggas who act twelveThe fake gangsters with a MAC-12The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelveBaddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a poseYou orderin' one bottle to split between five of the brosAll your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghostThat's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boatsAnd now they thinkin' you sweetWith the bread like French toastYou boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coatsI would never guess that you niggas is this crazyShe took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick TracyYou niggas so jadedActin' Hulk toughBut you only turn green because your necklace is gold-platedShe settled for an NBA star that's through playin'Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied downShe loved you for the first yearBut those feelings died downShe livin' in downtown, you live with your parents stillYou don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive downYou downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time nowTo track when she ride 'roundYou know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrowsYou hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimesYou niggas is out of lineShe's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand timesYou sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shitHer friends wanna get her backOn that diamonds and pearl shitI mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls tripShe met a guyShe met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guyShe 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her flyYou know you can't control a Gemini, that's factsShe like, "Shh, quiet, everybody, the game startedMy new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the GardenHe said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'"She point to the guy that she talkin' 'boutAnd it's James HardenDamn, dogLost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?13, good GodI feel for you, broLookSo, to all the ladies wonderin' whyDrake can't rap like that same old guyIt's 'cause I don't know how anymoreI don't know how, yeahI've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in halfI try to joke and I laughBut I just don't know how anymore, loveI don't know howThat's real
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