Hurt the Same Chris Brown

[Verse 1]
Sick and tired of the bullshit, you won't get another chance
Fuckin' lame niggas, I don't really understand
'Cause you know I'ma cash out, fuck the rubber bands
I bought you everythin', peanut-butter Benz
You was s'posed to be there when I got out of jail
But you'd rather ho out with all of your friends
Goin' crazy, did my time, you ain't send me mail
Takin' L's when I was tryna make you win, ain't had no bail
You supposed to be down for your nigga
Baby, where you at? Baby, who you with? Girl, you slippin'
I was supposed to have your heart
But you just kept me in the dark like paintin' pictures
I know you lyin' and you sneakin', I'm just statin' facts
I'm just that dummy who believed you 'cause I loved your ass
Not the only nigga who been through that
But I'm the only nigga with receipts and poppin' tags

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lookin' forward to us makin' love
And wakin' up for round two
But you didn't stay long enough, and it's fuckin' me up
Learnin' from them hoes that's around you

[Chorus]
And now you up on game, no
You don't see me the same (No)
The drugs, they can numb the pain
Poppin' bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same