I’m working on dyingSaid you belong to the streets but the streets belong to meIt’s like home to me (she belongs to the streets)It’s like home to meI tatted your passport upNow it’s lookin’ like a arm sleeveJust know that was all meAnd when you see chanel, I wish that’s how you saw meThat s**t you tell chanel, I wish that’s how you called meThat raw s**t, that honesty, yeahYou know I love you more than all them ni**as put togetherAnd it’s a lot of ni**as trust, I put the list togetherAnd it’s a lot just to assume we’re meant to be togetherYou gotta live that s**t for real, you can’t just say whateverYou can never tell nobody that you held me downIf it was ride or die then you should’ve been dead right nowSo I don’t get how you’re yelling at meHow much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (pipe down)How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (pipe down)All the things I’ve done up until right now (right now)I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)Writing down these feelings, it’s been overdue (overdue)Don’t know how many pens it’s gonna take to get over youHow much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (pipe down)How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?Tried to run it back a hundred timesThe world is yours, but the city’s mineI can’t believe you put it on your mother’s life
I can’t believe you told me it was ride or die’cause you’re not here, somehow you’re still aliveTrue enough I know you from the other sideI set my expectations way too highYeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all nightAngel eyes, but you’ve been giving me hell all nightI know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-allJust to make sure that you well off, you a sell all rightsWhy does your ex think we beefin’, is that man alright?That ni**a can’t even look at me, he fell off twiceAnd I’m back poppin’, I still remember the day I saw youI was on your ass like back pocketsNi**as love to hate, but what is that stopping?So much s**t I wanted to say, straight to your faceYou’re so two-faced, that I don’t know which faceYou’re the reason we’ll be going separate waysYou’re the reason we cannot communicateIt’s not the things you say, it’s what you don’t sayI’m not in your way, you’re in your own waySo I don’t get how you’re yelling at meHow much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (pipe down)How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (pipe down)All the things I’ve done up until right now (right now)I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)Writing down these feelings, it’s been overdue (overdue)Don’t know how many pens it’s gonna take to get over youHow much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (pipe down)How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?Baby pipe downOoh, ooh, ooh