A Ballad for Homegirls Rapsody (Ft. Baby Tate)

[Non-Lyrical Vocals]

[Verse 1: Rapsody & Baby Tate]
Hello?
Yo, sis, you know what's crazy?
The realization, maybe
The older we grow up, we act more like our mommas
Ain't we emotional too?
We patient 'til we ain't
I'm yellin' at my boo like she'd do daddy
Hmph! And he's no saint
It made me think about communication, what I need to change
'Cause throwin' shit and gettin' worked up—huh
That is not my thing
I need some peace, not codependency—hm
I'm sure that's what you see but tell me what you think
Girl, yo, give me some honesty
Hold me accountable for what I repeat
Hе laid wit' her—my dumb ass let him come lay down wit' mе
Like brothers in Bed-Stuy, got a subway 'cross town but comin' back to me
And I ain't into sharin' niggas
That ain't in my pedigree
Got me feelin' dumb-dumb, askin' questions like that ain't G
Self-reflectin' what I lack
Why I let him come back?
I know the answers, but I need perspective
Why you think I do that?
What you think about that?
Shit, I just called to chat