[Verse 3: Black Rob]
Saw me running through, gun inside the face
Goose saw what the struggle do
I mean you act like your fake friends is loving you
They undress in front of me and I'm uncomfortable
Figure I'll just come to you, try to confide
But then I start thinking 'bout the last time you lied
Boo, don't care what you got to hide
What I saw burned my eyes like chloride
All I wanna know is why, I wasn't even tryna spy
Come home dice from
Bed-Stuy all inside
Shoulda known, all you did was was pull me down
I shoulda grown, canceled the mortgage on the home
Dead,
the diva bust the cellular phone
I let you roam but now I gots to leave you alone
Harsh reality is the case, like when you spit in the wind
It might come back in your face
I just came to get my shyt, no anger
You was the one kissing a stranger