It is what it is Nigga don't touch me, you got the right one What she found on my phone got her piped up Sneaky Lee got me airin' out the crib She smell another bitch on my lips, can't lie to her Pull a knife on me, baby, you must be crazy That's why I love you though Crash burnin' is another one you think I learned from you But tell a lie for too long, you forget the truth I don't check you bout it, you like mind games But I got my control over you Now you been up three weeks, you ain't heard a word from me Court side from the curb, feel different Yeah, yeah, I see you shawty, hate that you did me wrong The grass ain't always greener though When I'm in my bag, I forget about you My new bitch back too, you ain't had to ask me I know what you mad for, mixed personalities One minute you need me here, next minute you need be alone Say you want a nigga like Nipsey, but you don't want nothin' like Lord LV's in the back, back with me, front three if you bring back four Yeah, you weigh a heart on your shoulder I ain't hold this weight on my chest though Love feel like cardiac arrest, darlin' Like when Amali get the best of you Attitude on you make me look like I'm a pacifist We goin' through it, I ain't pay for the damages Why would I bring you what cameras are? Kill me dead, let you cross me again Like a hair of bone, when you know you wrong Disappear like a million hearts Girls from the city outrageous Real thick like my savings Account my name, get around like the news mail daily though So you know I ain't takin', I ain't paid though I see you shawty, hate that you did me wrong The grass ain't always greener though When I'm in my bag, I forget about you My new bitch back too, you ain't had to ask me I know what you mad for, mixed personalities One minute you need me here, next minute you need be alone Say you want a nigga like Nipsey Show him I'm nothin' like Lord LPs in the backpack with me Front three if you bring back four So you know I ain't takin', I ain't paid though I see you shawty, hate that you did me wrong The grass ain't always greener though When I'm in my bag, I forget about you My new bitch back too, you ain't had to ask me I know what you mad for, mixed personalities One minute you need me here, next minute you need be alone Say you want a nigga like Nipsey Show him I'm nothin' like Lord LPs in the backpack with me Front three if you bring back four