G.I.M.

Ain't it kinda strange how people seem to turn on a dime ?
When all you ever really wanted from that person was change
I tend to, but I don't see anything but lies
And when I speak on the facts, niggas begin rebuking my name
Like I haven't been here for five years and took the city in my palms
From dirt on the neighbor's lawn to writing how I hate the man
I'm starting to think I need a change of plans right along
With everything else, the phone number has been the same for too long
I just got a call from my ex girl, I let her hit the voice mail
I told my next girl I'm gone, but she tries to make it a choice still
The girl I'm with now is here until March
Little does she know... when Spring comes she'll know how a divorce feels
That's a shame, but it can't be any other way
She's too overbearing, I dislike how she preys
I told her I was putting out the mixtape, & she said, "Fuck you Haze;
Everybody knows you'd sounds just like that nigga Drake."
So, I took a break
If niggas paid attention, they would know I haven't touched on a page
I haven't spoken on my big brother, dead daughter, or the scar on my shoulder blade
Then again, most can't relate
They just nod their heads to the beat, loving how the words rhyme
That's okay, I'm just trying to keep my thirst primed
Because when I get to the point where I can pay for the equipment that I need
God damnit nigga, the game is mine