Verse 1

I ain't no Drake type, baby but I feel for ya
Ain't you tired of bein' the one he misused?
You got kids to feed, bills that gotta be paid
Exercisin' your options, every lottery played
For real you way too pretty to have ya makeup runnin'
Cryin' to ya cousin bout some nigga that hit it and ran
I got constructive criticism for yo next date
Sit back n listen baby press play

This is a PSA
You quarterbackin' them, trash niggas
Runnin' after them, at top speed
Body armor got a crack in 'em
Show ya ass crack in them, jeans ridin' low
And then you askin' em, why they cheatin' on you while you smackin' em
In fact, girl you welcome that honestly
'chasin' after them local athletes
No pads, but you still on ya knees
Fallin' out drunk, but you like it tho n
Impressed, by niggas behind an S like you Lois (like you Lois)
And ya momma doesn't help 'cause she's a hoe too
Niggas steady posted in her box like a phone booth
Drama poppin' off, I bet that you the one behind it
Hair weave puller, double chainz attractin' ya iris, huh
I hate to call ya basic, but if that shoe fits
And you followin' after these broke niggas shoe prints
Guess we got a winner, somebody got to get her
Off of this self-pity shit, you always actin' bitter
Listen up

Uh
Do what Lauryn recommends
Showin' off ya ass 'cause you thinkin' it's a trend won't work
Hard rock when you really are a gem
Stop showin' off ya ass 'cause you thinkin' it's a trend

Verse 2

Vicious cycle, keep messin' wit known players
They steady disappearing like the ozone layer
All day it's, more of the same, com-plainin'
Bout somebody that left you hangin', where yo self control at?
Hold that thought for just a second, ma
Fragile on the inside, but them nails weaponized
Quick to snap on, an honest dude that got a future
N stayed with that other nigga that threatened to shoot ya
Some Rihanna shit
Claim you half-Indian, but predominant
Features, obviously comin' from that ratchet Black side
That's why you gon' die alone if you don't straighten up
Don't believe me? hey, messin' wit them Stevie J's
Ain't the move, if you tryna move forward wit ya life
Trippin' like, a real nigga's Kryptonite to ya
Postin' pictures of ya cleavage and ya ass crack
Gon' get the same niggas prone to give ya flashbacks
Do this

Residual, feelings never leavin' you
And that's fine, learn to live wit it, I be bleedin' too
You just gotta stop givin' niggas a reason to
Take advantage, you know good n well you don't wanna reproduce
Stop fallin' for superficial shit that he can do
Payin' more attention to paid bills that he produce
What's he bringin' to the table? Are you matchin' that shit?
Does the thought of wifin' you, throw him off his axis
Questions you need to ask this nigga before he packs his
Bags up, I know that sometimes its mad tough
I done been there, done that, some pretty bad stuff
You want a passionate dude that gets his ass up
'cause these kids need a father, while you ridin' that bus
Think about ya own future, don't let that pass up
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