| She want this dick without the feelings, how revealin' |
| She think that cat gon' make me leave the house I live in |
| She think that that cat gon' win me over competition |
| Bein' a honest man don’t always bring you honest women |
| Hatin' hoes ain’t happy, happy hoes ain’t hating |
| If she got a man, that’s perfect |
| I’ll make her moan, she go back home and leave me alone |
| Single, single, single women, too much trouble |
| She want to cuddle, wanna be a couple |
| Cool chat bitches huddle, now she late, now it’s hate |
| Chuck the deuce, now she puzzled, yeah |
| This the part where shit get ugly, she get petty |
| Run and tell the internet for help, is so upsetting |
| Now, raise your hand if you never pregnant to keep a man |
| And you won’t let him see his kid 'cause he won’t be your man |
| Put your hand down |
| Now, raise your hand if you knew she was obsessin' over you |
| And you continued to pursue it and now she two weeks overdue |
| And now you feelin' blue |
| And the hole that God created, and it ain’t about the baby, y’all |
| That Black Power, we shall overcome, shit, don’t work on baby mammas, 'cause, |
| look |
| I’m way too good at walkin' out of people’s lives and disappearing for good |
| I’m way too good at many things, I’m way too good at thinking differently |
| I’m way too good at being peaceful, simultaneously attracting enemies |
| I’m way too good at watching a chaotic world and seein' symmetry |
| I’m way too, I’m way too, I’m way too honest once I had too many drinks |
| I just get blue and start to kick a nigga tree |
| Could drink my liquor, just don’t take a nigga tree |
| This the Billy’s Holiday, I smoke that Pawpaw tree |
| Lookin' for evil, homey, it’s a lot to see |
| I’m from Atlanta, dog, it’s not a shot to me |
| And if your album flopped, it never dropped to me |
| That knowledge for these younger artists, probably |
| But you could show them water, that don’t mean they’ll start to drink |
| Plus, when you teach yourself you learn to do it properly |
| Yeah, possibly an anomaly or a prophecy |
| You play your own game, you’re no one else’s property |
| Can I, can I get a Plan B, please? |
| What? This is a pharmacy, we don’t do abortion |
| No, I want a Plan B |
| We don’t do abortion, sir! |
| No, I want a Plan B |
| And we don’t do abortion! (Yeah, I know) |
| Jesus Ch-uh, why you come in here for? |
| Nah, I just want a Plan B |
| Yeah, but why you come in and the people that gon' pay poom poom for? |
| You shouldn’t come before the boom boom |
| Go to Albertson’s, sir, you will find poppers |
| Baby bottles (yeah, but), strollers (nah, I’m just tryna) |
| Cheap, tee and a quilt, man, and all the other things you may need for your |
| baby, sir |
| Now, come out of me department |
| Come out of me department (yes, bu-) |
| You are a father now |
| Can I, can I get a Plan B |