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And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro
Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil
Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental

Yeah

Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it
I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted
I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic
He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash

Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards
To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered
I could never forgive such a nefarious action
I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted

This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah
I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing
I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking
Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist's glasses

But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive
I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet
It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket

I put the "man" in "manipulation"
When I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment
Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion
If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then

You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus
You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit
They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces
You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit

Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces
I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it
I really can't believe it
I can't believe it, yeah

Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled
The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles
And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside
While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah

I think I also put the "man" in "manifestation"
Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'
I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers
Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?

So many people that's not around from that generation
Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience
Nigga, I battle frustration
I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' aging

I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop
And already they asses complainin'
Fuck it, I'll battle the label
Fuck it, I'll battle the majors
I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation

Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement
Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement
How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?
How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?

How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?
Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken
My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages
Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'