Karma Krys Young M.A

[Intro: Woman on the phone]
You really a fucking coward
Like, y'all don't give a fuck about nobody but yourself
You don't even give a fuck that I really be holding you down and making sure you good
Like, I swear when you, the way you are, like, you overlook everything
And that shit is so foul and so fucked up
And you don't even realize that...

[Verse 1:]
Uh, driving through Brooklyn sipping this Hennessy
I knew this break up would get to me eventually
I'm all drunk and shit, look what you did to me
I wonder if you still love me or even missing me
Or even mention me
Fucking these bitches ain't helping my pain mentally
Only physically
'Cause I don't love em I don't give a fuck about em
They only good for a nut, shit I'm better off without 'em
You said you heard I was doing me
But what you heard and what they say got to do with me?
I know I hurt you more than once, and yeah that's true indeed
But now you fucking with somebody, damn who is she?
I know a way a nigga living is whack but you don't get a nigga back like that
You got me smoking this black, thinking, sipping this yak
Mind racing now I'm mad, now I'm gripping this gat
Somebody else making you smile, I can't live with that
Somebody else holding you down, I can't live with that
You, outta my world I can't live like that
See I was just fucking them girls I was gon' get right back
I swear I was gon' get right back
How you gon' ride around in someone else whip like that
Fuck around and get a dyke bitch clip like that
I should've known it was somebody how you dip like that
How you switch like that
And you ain't even flip like that
You just left and let it end like that
But I was wrong so I can't even trip like that
But it's crazy how that pain can just hit like that