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REASON

Superman

 

Superman

(album: The Free Album - 2016)


Hello?
Yo
Bro where you at? We headed up to Play House right now. Nigga, bottles and bitches, bottle and bitches
My nigga, I'm with my girl, my nigga, I'm chilling
You know I don't be doing that [?] shit no more
Nigga knock it the fuck off, nigga
Wayne supposed to be there we tryna see what these bitch gon' do for some TrukFit
My nigga you crazy, you crazy
Naw for real, I'ma just post up here for tonight
Told you she got that nigga on lock
Hey, hey this nigga done changed, dawg. We not fucking with him no more

Superman
Look, look, look it go
It go shout out to your mother 'cause she made you
And shout out to you father 'cause he raised you
Shout out to them haters 'cause they hate you
And made you see yourself, that's part of how you became you
Shout out to all them niggas that played you
Had you sad till you decided to face you
That's when you looked deep in your eyes
You see the beauty inside now we both see the same you
Shout out to you 'cause you never changed you
Shout out to my persistence, that's part of how I claimed you
Shout out to my heart girl, 'cause that shit helped me gain you
Shout out to the money, now we both drive a Range too
My homie says I'm tricking, I told him, "It ain't tripping if you got it"
"But my nigga you ain't got it," "But yeah my nigga she got it
So yeah my nigga, I dig in pockets and I open wallets just to give it to her"
Dickson said, "Nigga, you pussy whipped"
I said quit hating with that pussy shit
That's why I don't get no pussy, shit
But to be honest, I was pussy whipped
Doing any thing just to get closer
Running 'round boasting, fuck bread, I was spending loafes
They say love is blind but I could barely focus
If pussy was crack, she was serving the dopest
I would buy her a Ford to remain in her Focus
Thinking this is someone I can potentially grow with
"Dickson, why you contempting who I'm datin'?"
He said, "I just hate relationships
So let me tell you about Superman and Lois Lane
Look you mean to tell me that if Superman got head from Wonder Woman instead
She would go and throw a fit 'bout him fucking with other chicks
After all the shit that he risks, fighting, flying and shit
All to show Lois lane she the only one that exist, damn
He don't get no second chance for that? You see I'm just not understanding that
Women never ever focus on the positive, all spoiled as fuck but they'll never acknowlege it
Lois Lane ain't got shit on Wonder Woman, so why would Superman remain monogamous?
My nigga you in the same predicament and it's obvious
That you her Superman, all that weight she assigning it to your shoulders
You gotta walk on water and move boulders
I don't know about you but I ain't HOVA
It ain't easy to please them, man you can keep that relationship if you wanna
So "I'm single as a dollar bill," I said, "Yeah, but you dodging gonorrhea"
And then we laughed and joked it out
In the back of my mind I'm thinking what we spoke about
That's some real shit, that shit ain't easy, I ain't supposed to feel this
Wait reason, real quick, call your girl up, have her bust it like a field trip
Get some head to clear your head and clear your mind out
'Cause if you do some foul shit she bound to find out
So I dapped him off and headed off to the whip
Mind racing while I'm racing off to the crib
Then I grabbed my phone and dialed her up
She ain't answer, man that's foul as fuck
Maybe she cheating on me, naw she ain't foul enough
Give her some credit, it's probably just on silent, brah
I dialed the number again, she answered on the second ring
I said, "Baby you home," I heard some heavy breathing and a sensitive moan
I took a second, pulled my ear away from the phone
And put it back up and then I heard, "I'm glad that he's gone"
Then I hung up, this bitch got me fucked up
Grabbed the burner under the seat that I keep tucker up
Pulled up to the crib in a heart beat, crept in slow with a soft creep
Then I heard...
I realized the sucker in me, my nigga Dickson wasn't fucking with me
Violent thoughts steady rushing to me
I took the gun out and left their blood all over the sheets
Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Man, fuck this love shit

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