I was pillow-talkin' with my ex, she said, you're not how I remember you Lost inside the *** thing, I forgot who I was ventin' to My homie favorite rapper, Kanye West, since we was little So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout for you, went to school Boy, my *** too clean, turn this to a routine, yeah Yeah, I turn this to a routine Boy, my *** too clean, turn this to a routine, yeah Yeah, I turn this to a routine Take me out of this coma, tell me now who this person is Take back my diploma, Lord knows I ain't earn that *** In the field with them Kobe's, in the field like it's first and ten Momma catch my aroma, know my company on that herbal *** I ain't been home in two weeks, heard this beat to lose sleep Goin' through the mood swings, but you care more She don't make time, when she got time, we just FaceTime But she beautiful, like real talk though, she come right after that 8-9 So I'm stuck on her I'm so gone off, I might lay in bed with some other girl Talk about her after I bust on her Like, what you think I should do? I was pillow-talkin' with my ex, she said, you're not how I remember you Lost inside the *** thing, I forgot who I was ventin' to My homie, favorite rapper, Kanye West, since we was little So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout for you, went to school Boy, my *** too clean, turn this to a routine, yeah Yeah, I turn this to a routine Boy, my *** too clean, turn this to a routine, yeah Yeah, I turn this to a routine Might hit your girl on my daily schedule Hit the gas, I'm gon' break the pedal Don't hit my phone, cause I'm changin' levels Just cause we talkin', I ain't made a move To get up in your pants and don't make it special I got the pistol though, *** can fit you though Just in case you wanna taste the metal, uh You ain't have to say all that Damn it, I've been on my *** Since about eleven years old, I've been settin' these goals And I handle them like it ain't *** Remember my mom introduced me to outcasts And I done examined the quim and I sensed I'm in the pocket, they sendin' a blitz Know I'm gon' scramble and head for the fence I done ran through about every option Don't ask about me, I'm very modest When I'm in a thang, know I cherry-poppin' When I'm in my bag, that's Mary Poppins Blue and black, sixteen hundreds Need a blue stack that's gon' keep comin' I put that on my damn city Before I move back and then refund it I was pillow-talkin' with my ex She said, you're not how I remember you Lost inside the *** thing, I forgot who I was ventin' to My homie, favorite rapper, Kanye West Since we was little So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout Before he went to school Boy, my *** too clean, turned this to a routine Yeah, I turned this to a routine Boy, my *** too clean, turned this to a routine Yeah, I turned this to a routine Yeah, I turned this to a routine Yeah, I turned this to a routine