Man, you can't tell me that you love me girl,
I spend my money just to make you proud,
I give you all my heart and then you give me baby crowds?,
You fill my head with all these dreams of how we'd make 'em bounce,
But don't reciprocate, checkin' all my bank accounts, like-
Where the money that you promised, I would make amounts larger than a safe could count?,
But ion see it baby, I been truly faithful how-,
You expect fo' me to think I'm safe when you don't pay me clout?, You finna make me bounce,
N' Dear Hip-Hop,
You owe me nothin', honestly,
On tha' real, I think about you often, but it's not like how we started at tha' lunch tables,
Wasn't really money on tha' line, knuckles on tha' on tha' counter, but it put it lit a spark in me to rhyme fo' you,
Man, I'd do it for tha' free and make tha' time fo' you,
Cnd started rhymin' over beats and I was tryin' fo' you,
N' I was trynna to be a beast, and penned tha' lines for you, and tried to shine,
It was 50 in tha' tape deck,
In Jigga all tha' time, tha' LeBron of rhyme,
I was tryna be a young phenomenon,
Esco and Biggie was the benchmarks,
Then Lu and Kanyeezy came through and that's when I was tryna keep the pen sharp, forreal,
I used to love you more than anything, it wasn't Common,
For me to walk wit' anybody else inside tha' Walkman,
When I was ridin', I was only rockin' wit' you talkin',
Cny otha' talk was garbage,
You had me thinkin' I'd re-arrange tha' closet,
Copped a pair of Timbs, so I be fly when I was walkin',
Double soled, baggy fo' tha' denim, I was ballin',
Back in college, always rocked a extra long tee when I was cTL stompin,
Couple knots up in the wallet, but not from pen n' paper,
But what otha' rappers told me I should do to entertain ya', on the radio,
Started selling tree so I'd relate to you more,
But now I grew up and tha' youngns talkin' bangers galore?,
I got some little ones I don't let 'em listen to you,
I don't let 'em watch you either, I don't let 'em get into you,
It's kinda crazy how wit' all this reminiscing through you,
You keep it honest, you don't probably even listen, do you?
That's why I'm fallin' outta love if I'mma keep it real,
You been actin' funny, like it's Key and Peele,
Thought that I would see a mil,
Prolly shoulda checked tha' fine print, when I agreed to deal,
That's why ova' this, n' leavin' still, yeah,
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Man, you can't tell me that you love me girl,
I spend my money just to make you proud,
I give you all my heart and then you give me baby crowds?,
You fill my head with all these dreams of how we'd make 'em bounce,
But don't reciprocate, checkin' all my bank accounts, like-
Where the money that you promised, I would make amounts larger than a safe could count?,
But ion see it baby, I been truly faithful how-,
You expect fo' me to think I'm safe when you don't pay me clout?, You finna make me bounce,
N' Dear Hip-Hop,
You owe me nothin', honestly,
On tha' real, I think about you often, but it's not like how we started at tha' lunch tables,
Wasn't really money on tha' line, knuckles on tha' on tha' counter, but it put it lit a spark in me to rhyme fo' you,
Man, I'd do it for tha' free and make tha' time fo' you,
Cnd started rhymin' over beats and I was tryin' fo' you,
N' I was trynna to be a beast, and penned tha' lines for you, and tried to shine,
It was 50 in tha' tape deck,
In Jigga all tha' time, tha' LeBron of rhyme,
I was tryna be a young phenomenon,
Esco and Biggie was the benchmarks,
Then Lu and Kanyeezy came through and that's when I was tryna keep the pen sharp, forreal,
I used to love you more than anything, it wasn't Common,
For me to walk wit' anybody else inside tha' Walkman,
When I was ridin', I was only rockin' wit' you talkin',
Cny otha' talk was garbage,
You had me thinkin' I'd re-arrange tha' closet,
Copped a pair of Timbs, so I be fly when I was walkin',
Double soled, baggy fo' tha' denim, I was ballin',
Back in college, always rocked a extra long tee when I was cTL stompin,
Couple knots up in the wallet, but not from pen n' paper,
But what otha' rappers told me I should do to entertain ya', on the radio,
Started selling tree so I'd relate to you more,
But now I grew up and tha' youngns talkin' bangers galore?,
I got some little ones I don't let 'em listen to you,
I don't let 'em watch you either, I don't let 'em get into you,
It's kinda crazy how wit' all this reminiscing through you,
You keep it honest, you don't probably even listen, do you?
That's why I'm fallin' outta love if I'mma keep it real,
You been actin' funny, like it's Key and Peele,
Thought that I would see a mil,
Prolly shoulda checked tha' fine print, when I agreed to deal,
That's why ova' this, n' leavin' still, yeah,
I spend my money just to make you proud,
I give you all my heart and then you give me baby crowds?,
You fill my head with all these dreams of how we'd make 'em bounce,
But don't reciprocate, checkin' all my bank accounts, like-
Where the money that you promised, I would make amounts larger than a safe could count?,
But ion see it baby, I been truly faithful how-,
You expect fo' me to think I'm safe when you don't pay me clout?, You finna make me bounce,
N' Dear Hip-Hop,
You owe me nothin', honestly,
On tha' real, I think about you often, but it's not like how we started at tha' lunch tables,
Wasn't really money on tha' line, knuckles on tha' on tha' counter, but it put it lit a spark in me to rhyme fo' you,
Man, I'd do it for tha' free and make tha' time fo' you,
Cnd started rhymin' over beats and I was tryin' fo' you,
N' I was trynna to be a beast, and penned tha' lines for you, and tried to shine,
It was 50 in tha' tape deck,
In Jigga all tha' time, tha' LeBron of rhyme,
I was tryna be a young phenomenon,
Esco and Biggie was the benchmarks,
Then Lu and Kanyeezy came through and that's when I was tryna keep the pen sharp, forreal,
I used to love you more than anything, it wasn't Common,
For me to walk wit' anybody else inside tha' Walkman,
When I was ridin', I was only rockin' wit' you talkin',
Cny otha' talk was garbage,
You had me thinkin' I'd re-arrange tha' closet,
Copped a pair of Timbs, so I be fly when I was walkin',
Double soled, baggy fo' tha' denim, I was ballin',
Back in college, always rocked a extra long tee when I was cTL stompin,
Couple knots up in the wallet, but not from pen n' paper,
But what otha' rappers told me I should do to entertain ya', on the radio,
Started selling tree so I'd relate to you more,
But now I grew up and tha' youngns talkin' bangers galore?,
I got some little ones I don't let 'em listen to you,
I don't let 'em watch you either, I don't let 'em get into you,
It's kinda crazy how wit' all this reminiscing through you,
You keep it honest, you don't probably even listen, do you?
That's why I'm fallin' outta love if I'mma keep it real,
You been actin' funny, like it's Key and Peele,
Thought that I would see a mil,
Prolly shoulda checked tha' fine print, when I agreed to deal,
That's why ova' this, n' leavin' still, yeah,