Okay now they got me wanna rap again Heal the wound and then you stab me in my back again You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand Not the type to come around and try to play your friend You the type to cut the grass and snake your bestest man I'm the type to close the deal and cut my then See me in person I look like a ghost See me in person I look like a ghost You wanna come in and play with the gold You wanna come in and play with the gold All you rap, sound like me, can't tell who is who You can't know real identity, can't take you from you Price Winner, Angel Investor Price Winner, Angel Investor Okay okay, I'm not okay Think you're good, it's not okay Okay okay, not okay Think you're good, get out the way I shouldn't say I don't trust any and any man Pretend man, me play along Watch how they sing me songs Suddenly they turn off on E.M. with Precision Fi number one position, write the plan Write me wrong and look now I'm the boss in charge Used to talk down for me, now me on top Left me in a struggle so nobody come back Take me fi granted, take me fi staff And if you play hard, if you let me down, me knock down Put fi give you right, you know me lock the shop Give me the like when you show love to my face Then shut behind my back I trust people, can't trust people From the meat to fruit, mankind turn evil Get cut off, you get cut off Me no care how much memories we have in the past You broke up with your ex still in love So you're single, me broke up with me ex Him dead to me, I'm a widow Get cut off, you get cut off Me no care how much memories we have in the past Broke up with your ex still in love So you're single, me broke up with me ex Him dead to me, I'm a widow It's been plenty time you closed the door on me That really show me how much you say you a bro to me Showed you love and you constantly cold shoulder me But ain't no going back to fixing all, that's the old of me Yeah, I'm done with all the fake, I had enough of that Yeah, I done had too many, stabbed me in the back They say they with you but they really putting on an act That's what hit the fan and all of a sudden all the facts show You gotta chin up and show a tough love Let them go without you just to show them what it was We were so close you would've thought we was blood We got the same pain We come from the mud I swear this *** make me wanna put my all in it, yeah You can hear the pain cause I put my heart in it, yeah Most of this *** ain't real, they don't wanna see me winning, no Most of this *** ain't real, they don't wanna see me winning But it's okay, we gon' be okay Only show up when we cut the cake Showing love, but we okay Flying God, but we're too late Flying God, but we're too late