Cut, cut that *** up, manWe straight to the headphones?YeahI'm tryna figure out a few things, I know you knowLately, *** ain't even the same, I know you know itTime and time, this *** be the sameI know you're wondering why I try againWhy I even try again***in' in the back of the coupe, it feel like moneyThem hoes, what's your something to do?Don't even want them nowI ain't tryna *** up with youI know you want a nigga all to yourselfIt's hard to try to manageDropped you at the airport, feel different than my phoneThis may be our last time, man, girl, I know you knowI got on G-Fazos, G-FazosAnd I'm running through these hoesAnd I'm tryna find love in someone elseI ain't giving you half of me, that's just the only half that you seeAll this partying and turning up, girl, it ain't meAnd that's not you either, just someone you tryna beJust get over the pain and over the things I made you even seeI'm so evil in your mind, I know that, yeahI'm so evil in your mind, I know that, yeahI'm a villain in your mind, and I know that, yeahAnd I know I crossed the line, cause your sister hates meKnow your girlfriends try to convince you that you made meWay before you knew me, I was stepping in PradaFast forward three years later, I'm worth more than your fatherPoint out my feelings on this 800 Sony, girl, yeah, yeah, yeahAnytime I bring up your name, I say you're loyalHeard you and I played a few games, oh, you not loyal nowTell you that I put down the pills, and yet I'm coming down all over againDown all over againYou the one that's searching for things and caused a problemEverything you wanted to see, look here, you got them nowNot going back and forth with these games, I know you never want to double backYou never been the one to double backWho's asking?Ask me what I dropped just for a wife, man, who's asking?If it was up to me, I'd be a *** hoes, get it back type of niggaAnd I thought that's who I'd really be originally, but I love youAnd a list of hoes I ***ed grew too long before I knew itYou was a breath of fresh air to me, *** took you in, but I blew itThe devil charged me, charged me over again, again, againYeah, fall in the Sprite, double cup the ice, time to give him new sauceDouble up, going big, running my own biz, I'm a bossHalf a mil on the pull-up with my t-shirt, came from RossR&B, but I'm strapped up, staying tapped in with my niggas, manShot a whole album out of Astros, came back seven figuresThis is what I do every time, cause every time I'm a real niggaI live different, I spill different, I'm rocking all brown downLacoste ***, it look like Gucci, thoughSo ice in the booth right now, I might *** around and go Gucci flowYoung nigga gone too crazy, put a Louis V on a straight jacketHad a press play, you only get one of these, ain't no playback, yeah, yeahTell me what you lost, yeah, okay, let's get it backI don't care whatever we had, let's deal, let's get it back*** the games, if I text you, I love you, send it back