Fifth Story

(álbum: Let Love - 2019)

They dated three years before they got married
Lived next door to my homeboy Murray
Right on South Shore where the bodies get buried
Her family Jamaican, she nice with the curry
Like Steph, she step back and and splash spices
Kit Kats and cakes was her vices
Vanilla icing with the strawberry
She was lactose, so she rarely ate dairy
Her husband named Terry knew where to get the good cake
Vegan, black owned for the hoods sake
Today was one of them days she couldn't wait
And she got off work a little late
Shortcake after a long day
The smell of perfume in the hallway
Terry opened the door, like "Whuttup bae?"
Nigga acting like it's just another day
She dropped her bags, quickly kissed him
She was on a mission, went straight to the kitchen
Looked at the cake and noticed it was different
Thinking to herself, "Why this nigga get this one?"
Opened the box, there was two pieces missing
Is it just suspicion or a woman's intuition?
Terry moved positions to give her a hug
Right then, she noticed lipstick on a mug

Damn, this muh-fuh
Supposed to be the nigga that loved ya
If he did this, that's fucked up
You know he gon' lie like Russia
Now I gotta spy, asked a few things and he didn't reply
Tryna see truth, looking deep in his eye
I'ma need proof or he gon' deny
Pissed thinking 'bout a bitch feeding this guy, ugh

It's crazy, I was thinking you were my baby
Wasn't looking both ways, you played me
Now you running away from blame, it's so crazy
You gon' make me wanna go and get real again
You gon' make me gon' have to go and vil' again
Know you driving me crazy, now I'm feeling it
So don't speak, I don't wanna hear your synonyms, oh

She like "Damn, damn", like Kendrick from Compton
Wondering if her man on some Tristan Thompson
Is it reality or in her conscience?
That's wild if he did it in they apartment
The nerve of this nigga
She gon' have to swerve on this nigga
Put the clothes on the curb for this nigga
He even changed his shirt, 'cause this nigga might be into somehting
Whole house cleaned, could tell he was fronting
She went to the back, the trash he had dumped 'em
The bedroom, the bathroom, trash he had dumped 'em
Usualy around the crib, he ain't never do nothing
Hunting and sniffing around for what's relavant
Might get to sniffing his nuts like an elephant
Some niggas is anti-intelligent
That bullshit, he kept on selling it
Like a trap house
His story was the neighbor got locked out and had to come over
Birth of a salesman, he almost sold her
Until she saw strands of blue hair on his shoulder
Sitting, cussing on the couch in her spot
Saw "Love and Hip-Hop" was recently watched
Something that he wouldn't watch
She thinking, "Terry, you should've kept your dick in the box"

Damn, this muh-fuh
Supposed to be the nigga that loved ya
If he did this, that's fucked up
You know he gon' lie like Russia
Now I gotta spy, asked a few things and he didn't reply
Tryna see truth, looking deep in his eye
I'ma need proof or he gon' deny
Pissed thinking 'bout a bitch feeding this guy, ugh

It's crazy, I was thinking you were my baby
Wasn't looking both ways, you played me
Now you running away from blame, it's so crazy
You gon' make me wanna go and get real again
You gon' make me gon' have to go and vil' again
Know you driving me crazy, now I'm feeling it
So don't speak, I don't wanna hear your synonyms, oh

When she's stressed out, she start eating
Went to the kitchen for that cake she was weakened
He gave reasons, now she believe him
He cared too much to be out here cheating
Like she freezing, his arms wrapped around her
From wow, wow to a calm that surround her
Terry thinking he gon' put her on the counter
She like "Quiet", he gon' make her get louder
She found the knife of the cake to start cutting
Terry said, "Stop!" all of a sudden
"Baby, I must've been on one, this got dairy in it, I got the wrong one"
The phone rung
It was the bakery he got the cake from
To make her feel good, he put it on speaker
So he wouldn't be insecure like Issa
The clerk said, "Mr. Terry, yo, you left your Visa"
"And it was real, real good to meet your wife"
"Her blue hair was fresh, her perfume was nice"
Things got ice, ice
He about to feel that spice, spice
She remember going up flights, smelling perfume
And seeing blue hair in the bathroom
As Terry mumbled, telling his story
She pushed him out the window of the fifth story