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I couldn't see myself fronting on someone who's been dead and gone

At least speaking in figurative terms

At least looking at how she got her hair permed

Trying to look like every other female hip-hop addict on the earth

Look at her curves she uses them

Look at her exes, she emotionally abuses them

Even though I don't know if it's intentional yet

They see her angles and they're still pursuing them

That's seems a tad foolish huh?, at least she keeps it consistent

At least she only undresses when she's somebody's mistress

At least she has the balls to write about the different nights she was slain

By different niggas between her legs

At the most she was something I astranged, couldn't really figure out

I guess that's why I wanted her brain

Not only wanted her brains, but wanted to see how she changed

Fuck around, fuck around; obstacles still remained

At least she saw me as the same sane cat

Saying I get angry at her, like I didn't know where my brains at

Smoking weed out of the same stash for seven years straight

Looking at the same women I used to fuck out of hate

Throw them to the dogs, tell them how easy it was

To get some face, then laugh when they were hounded sadists

I'm disappointed in this...