I'm workin' on thine Said you belong to the streets, but the streets belong to me It's like home to me It's like home to me I tatted your passport up, now it's lookin' like I'm asleep Just know that was on me And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me That *** you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you call me That raw ***, that honesty, yeah You know I love you more than all them niggas put together And it's a lot of niggas' trust I put the list together And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together You gotta live that *** for real, you can't just say whatever You can never tell nobody that you held me down If it was ride or die, then you should've been dead right now So I don't care how you're yellin' at me How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? All the things I done up until right now I need a thousand pages just to write it down Writin' down these feelings, it's been overdue Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? Tried to run it back a hundred times The world is yours, but the city's mine Can't believe you put it on your mother's life Can't believe you told me it was ride or die Cause you're not here somehow, you're still alive True enough, I knew you from the other side Set my expectations way too high And I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night Angel eyes, but you been givin' me hell all night I know the book that you would write is a tale So I'm not a tell-all just to make sure you well off You would sell all rights, why does your ex think we beefin'? Is that man alright? That nigga can't even look at me He fell off twice, and I'm back poppin' I still remember the day I saw you I was on your ass like back pockets Niggas love to hate, but what is that stoppin'? So much *** I wanted to say, straight to your face But you're so two-faced that I don't know which face You're the reason we'll be goin' separate ways You're the reason we cannot communicate It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say I'm not in your way, in your own way So I don't care how you're yellin' at me How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? All the things I done up until right now I need a thousand pages just to write it down Writin' down these feelings, it's been overdue Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
