Lyrics:
With one stroke of the pen she wrote off all my dreams
Erasing all the plans we made together
I'm the one that is to blame
Oh but how my world was
Pull up on the block lil' shorty she be wit' it
Exo boys we on the map no competition
You think you bangin' us on wax you dudes be trippin
Take that
were read
Tho’ words that she wrote would implore
they sold the slaves
now he turns in his grave
as the tourists stop and stare
while Sally rests in
You're subject to the devious ones that might be hawkin'
I'll teach my child to respect every day as a blessing
And follow the path of her future lesson by
on playin’ wit me then ask what the problem be
Like I don’t remember what they did they as was steady hawkin’ me
Clear out all the maggots cause this shit is
lowkey
Girl, I know that i'm yours but don't act like you own me
She seen me creeping, now she claim she don't know me
My speakers knocking when i'm all by
cereal
Give him no weed, just give him some sugar
Give him some water and give him some chicken
Give him some cookies and give him that cereal
All I need
so many times couldn't be close to you
Left me by myself all them times you was gone
I came home momma passed out on the lawn
She drowning in alcohol,
I'm killing it
Killing it
Killing it
Man this lady I see all the time
Keeps on giving me notes
I open em up and it's still murder she wrote
Man I'm
Hook:
I got my weight up, just know I don't play by that paper, run over and stiff arm a hater
I'm from that side of the city, a n***a might take off
got in and blocked the door
Took off all of her clothes and
Wrote her mother a note
Dear momma
If you're reading this just know that I love you
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
the score
Don't let the devil get you by the throat
You pull that trigger, girl, that's all she wrote
Satan's waitin' for you down the road
Oh, which
changed up, perkies help me get by
I'm at the bottom, underwater I don't feel right
Thats why I swallow all my problems on a still night
My demons talkin
shoot for me over again
Wish they free my brothers out the pen
And catch all you niggas that snitch on ya mans
Shout out my lawyer got me out a jam
an artist so I painted her a picture
My tongue the brush and words the paint mixture
She's feelin' me and me her like I'm all nerves
Body language on point
she wrote no he don't deserve her
We know that nigga got some nerves girl you need to swerve
And we scream murder she wrote no he don't deserve her
We
ball like Kobe and Paul Gasol
These bitches know that I'm thuggin'
These bitches all on my balls
Yo bitch is beggin' me that she
Can see my Polo drawls
up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I won't say white girl, won't
attentive
The blue sky fled her presence, seeing she was accompanied by clouds that were angry
This time around, she was but Power Hungry!
I wasn't searching
that's awesome
Let's see how it goes
From the rooks to the pros
Wrote X's and O's in the projects
Came back through like I'm supposed to
All those other
that chronic it could lift steven hawkins out his chair
Way too young for wear and tear
Play my cards like solitaire
So if i fuck it up i grab my deck
the bass like a headboard bumping that wall
Now girl I wrote this song
Bump to it like you do all night long
You the reason I wrote this song
Inspired by
an answer
I take it that you sent me this note (what's all this nonsense?)
Of course not
Don't look at us (she's not with you then?)
Of course not (we're
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