Lyrics

I guess we got a lot we need to talk about
I started cutting off the shyt that I can do without
Niggas started moving weird I started moving out
I seen what niggas do for love and what they do for clout
Spady what you talking bout?
I dropped the bag on Chill for DarkLight
Niggas was in my face like Spady that ain’t right
You should’ve asked me I would’ve got him to do for free
I’m looking niggas in they eyes like you nigga is cheap
I ain’t sucka and imma respect the way that he eat
On top of that I can see how you would try it with me
Wouldn’t charge me for beat but you would keep a receipt
And when I don’t return the favor you gone say that it’s beef
They tell you it’s all love secretly they compete
These pussies ain’t even man enough to lift up the seat
These critics try to put me in a box and say I’m conscious
Well you can keep that penny for your thought cause it’s nonsense
Try to blame the city for they lack of success
Like it’s Philadelphia fault that you don’t spit the best
Or maybe it’s Philly fault that you too socially resistant
Lack communication and you can’t be consistent
Me I got my Carl Green on that’s relentless
Cause I ain’t want my period to end with a sentence
These haters gone hate and the odds is against us
But the marathon continues so you gotta run the distance
Instead of spending time with these needy ass bitches
Or listening to lies from these greedy ass niggas
I called for a iso and focused on the vision
A horse in these shoes and I’m true to my religion
Thought it was in my genes
But niggas who I share blood with is on different teams
I guess it ain’t what it seems
It’s still BankNdSpady till the day of my Janazah
And we some real niggas so it’s still the same after
Shit went from awesome to awful
Going on a year and I still ain’t talk to Qaasim
And I ain’t tryna hear that you probably should call him
When that create problems who gone be around to solve them
None of y’all
If mom got a issue with dad why get the son involved
Knowing he my world now I can’t see my son evolve
Was with me when Taisha did that stupid shit
I guess you took it to another level you the stupidest
Acting like you such a do gooder but couldn’t do gooder
I don’t hit women but I really wanna hadouken her
I don’t understand
How women who ain’t never had a father figure try to tell you how to be man
And I don’t understand
How telling me my kid need something make you feel like you forcing my hand
And I don’t understand
How somebody that loved you so much would really try to put you in a jam
I don’t understand
I guess that’s the reason I stand over you
Now it’s beyond saying what would Hova do
Bitch I ain’t him you surely ain’t her
I just wanna know how these situations occur
First it was the child support then it was the PFA
Then it was the custody I seen it from a mile away
You put me through the shit you watch me struggle with like every day
And truly that’s the only pain I wish that I could take away
But one day my son gone come and find me
And imma have to show him text messages from his mommy
And he gone see you differently and that’s gone be a shame
but knowing me I’m still gone find a way to take the blame
That’s probably the realest shyt I ever said
Not coming around wasnt the realest shyt I ever did
But I can’t play with you I got to be here for these other kids
You be getting cops involved knowing you the worth a bid
Was quiet for a year now I said what the fuck I said
Get your act together and stop acting like a fucking bitch
You fucking bitch
Apologies to my kids who hear me talk like that
But I've been feeling this too long for me to walk that back
It’s the audacity
You tried to humiliate and embarrass me
And had the nerve to ask to remarry me
I tried being casual now you just casualty
Dr. Miami I caught the body so casually
It’s is what it is
But this ain’t what it had to be
Truthfully I’m giving you a reason to be mad at me
I hope you got a new man and I hope he rap too
And if he hear this song then I hope that he can scrap too
Fuck you and suck my dick I’m right at you
And I really mean it I might go and get it tattooed
Every bitch I hit in Connecticut I regretted it
And it was only one so name dropping is irrelevant
If I catch you in my city imma pop you
The love that I got for sister it won’t stop me
Shout out Dev a real nigga that’s my ahki
You could’ve had us both but your stupid ass sloppy
Dickhead
Look at now know you regret that
We court-side watching the beard work on his step back
On some real shyt you lucky you still alive
But that’s another story I see you on V5
Know that
Everyday I’m really working through these situations
I wanna thank you all for listening to my ventilation