You always complicate things when it's so simple
You say I'm on a wave but lately I just feel a ripple effect
I ain't cashin no checks
I been stuck in a Meta Peace and the world can Artest
I been givin my best, best love, best sex, best hugs
You reciprocate the less ofs, less attention and more drugs
Thought you learned your lesson
If the end game is your death then here's my blessing
You trynna build a house of white bricks
But the foundation just slips from what what we started with
All because your obsession of trynna sniff, no common sense just a lost one
Got 4 left, left 4 dead wit a cocked gun
The choice is yours put that NAS-le to yuh temple and pray
Pray to stay awake, pray to keep from goin insane when you afraid
When yuh mind feels a mile away, what's there to say
Nothing so we stay silent but you always
Makin moves without me knowing
Always complain cause we ain't growing
Always be stuck on some bull shit
Always thinking I'm involved in sumn I had nun to do with, you always
Talkin through me on some ghost shit
Always hopin that I'm on Instagram to see what you be postin, you always bitter
You always yell at me for how I move
And I'm just doin me knowing I ain't got shit to prove
Nothing left my mind is in mint condition, no ill intentions
When you slide into my mentions
We walkin round my crib like it's the playboy mansion, oh did I mention
You fuck me like I put towards your pension, oh did I mention
You don't like discussin yuh money it got you feelin tense
Well lemme smooth it then, you spiral out of control when my fingers wet
If I shoot imma score aim for nothin but net
Can't help myself when I'm kissin I leave that mark on yuh neck
Yuh parents pissed but so what
Let Miles Davis serenade us we wake the neighbors
I fiend for that honey, Ohio Players
What you do for the money, Im sure it's less than legal
But the business you runnin uh rock a fella like Beanie Siegel
No Complaints the business boomin like Metro
Your performance get you A's, José Canseco
You throw it back in the Winnebago while we drive to Waco
Don't give a damn bout no accolades
But I know I get the award when I get you wet as the Everglades
And you always
Makin moves without me knowing
Always complain cause we ain't growing
Always be stuck on some bull shit
Always thinking I'm involved in sumn I had nun to do with, you always
Talkin through me on some ghost shit
Always hopin that I'm on Instagram to see what you be postin, you always bitter
You always yell at me for how I move
And I'm just doin me knowing I ain't got shit to prove