Intent: Step 4

They know there isn't any nigga they can find that
Ever fuckssssss with my standardddddddd
I could imagine their faces every time they got caught
Smile bitch !, you're on candid camera
I bet they're like, I still love him
Not that type of love, but I understand shit and still I love him
When they don't understand what they speak, slipping lies in their cheeks
Saying they never put anyone else above him
Please, you're sounding like Bareilles
Just trying to find the Gravity of things when your mouth flies off reckless
You can't fuck with me, you're not on the echelon
I'm on my relapse to 7 years ago shit and respond ! They get deaded
All I wanted was love and affectionnnnnnn
Not women to lie and the shit affect him
Sit here and let a woman leave me breathless
Then sleep in the night just to hear she fucked me over before breakfast
Like I was dabbling in sloppy seconds
It always happens this way, like I forget my retrospectives
It's like I'm on MTV with my exes
Seeing all those bitches type shady, wondering why they got nexteddddd
All these silly hoes that I messed with, all ethnicities
Only type left are the caucasians with no reverence
I knew with things off, I should've slept it and had them fixing me
When all I wanted was to wake up next to her and brag to all my 'bredrinnnns'