Published on Aug 12, 2012
This is a song I wrote thinking about fake people in my life. I know they're fake and they have been addressed in real life too...my music is a journal to my life. Some get pissed...I don't care.
Lyrics below to the first two verses below...the third verse was a freestyle.
Remember when you said you would ride for me?
Shit, I guess that was just lies to me...
When I left you ain't even say BYE to me,
But now you cry for me, when you in privacy
And my number still da same,
But my voicemail empty,
So why running round telling friends how you miss me?
It's that you way of tryin to say you ain't forget me?
Well dats bullshit to me....So..Miss me
Cuz evidentally it's no love lost,
You was fine when I was second fiddle,
Let you play da boss.
The price of loyalty,
You can't afford the cost
ANd that's why you stay schemin like ya name Rick Ross
Time to Pound the Alarm on some Roman shit,
Hoes say they don't listen but they own my shit
Turning tricks, slurping nuts to pay da babysit
Bum bitch, that's the only couple lines you get
But on the real, it's like i'm glad you left,
Now I know when my shit is misplaced or theft
Ion get it, I could give the shirt off my back,
Buy you some iced out jewels and cadillac,
I could be passed out having a heart attack,
You prolly walk right by and you'd never look back
So fuck you...go-on about yo-way..
MIsery is all I see when I look you way,
So I keep it real, try not to perpetuate
Infantile cunts, let ya pussylips incubate
I spit knowledge, so just let the words marinate
Cuz i'm, first place, and you didn't even graduate
Guess that make me Valedictorian,
And you mad making faces in the audience
We was close like butter and toast,
I couldve put you on too and that's what hurts the most
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