| You wanna talk about unity |
| But how come I don’t ever see you at the function? |
| You wanna talk about you and me |
| But how come you ain’t hit me back up? I don’t want you |
| You wanna talk about two degrees |
| But you don’t separate yourself from all the fuck shit |
| You wanna talk at my eulogy |
| But I never ain’t been a brother that you fuck with, fuck with |
| Fake shit, fake shit, fake shit, fake shit |
| Face it, face it, face it, face it |
| All you people so basic, basic, basic, basic, yeah |
| Tryna drive me crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy |
| Tell me why you wanna link with me |
| I ain’t really in your head, right? |
| Telling me that you gon' dream about me |
| But it’s currently some other people in your bed, right? |
| Hope I don’t see you on the Westside, and |
| Hope I don’t see you in your next life, ho |
| No, I don’t need you, I’m leaving for other people |
| Who appreciate a brother who invest time, so |
| Girl, you better get to two-steppin |
| I know you ain’t heard the news yet |
| But my new boo don’t like, don’t like |
| Rude heifers, I don’t really want to lose that |
| And I don’t want to hear you telling me some shit about how you was jealous |
| I was wondering where you was at when I was out getting too attached |
| But you told me, «I need you so bad» |
| I don’t know what I’m 'bout to do with that |
| But it’s true, baby |
| I feel like my music sound better with you |
| Last night, last night, last night |
| You wanna talk about unity |
| But how come I don’t ever see you at the function? |
| You wanna talk about you and me |
| But how come you ain’t hit me back up? I don’t want you |
| You wanna talk about two degrees |
| But you don’t separate yourself from all the fuck shit |
| You wanna talk at my eulogy |
| But I never ain’t been a brother that you fuck with, fuck with |
| Fake shit, fake shit, fake shit, fake shit (Yo, I like that shit right there, |
| it has like a nice ring to it, you feel me? Yeah) |
| Face it, face it, face it, face it (Niggas really be out here bullshit, though, |
| for real, for real) |
| I hope you don’t lie to me |
| This here done took a whole lot out of me |
| It was like Christmas Eve or somethin' |
| Cold out, six degrees shit |
| Back then, thought my shit was decent |
| All my life life chipped my pieces |
| Might sit my demons down one day |
| But it wasn’t the time |
| Shorty want up out my life because she’d run in my mind |
| And told my ass don’t be a stranger like I’m one of a kind |
| But I wasn’t, just the one who suffered the lie |
| Yeah, fake shit |
| Fake shit |
| Fake shit |
| Fake shit |
| Yeah, fake shit |
| Fake shit |
| Fake shit |
| Fake shit |
| You wanna talk about unity |
| But how come I don’t ever see you at the function? |
| You wanna talk about you and me |
| But how come you ain’t hit me back up? I don’t want you |
| You wanna talk about two degrees |
| But you don’t separate yourself from all the fuck shit |
| You wanna talk at my eulogy |
| But I never ain’t been a brother that you fuck with, fuck with |