Letter To My Ex

Man how you start bugging n' tripping and wilding
Thought you was riding foreva like Clyde
Riding like Bonnie I'm catching em bodies
Out on them beaches I had you smoking exotic
I had you looking exotic
Changing your views now you up in tha six
With a felony on you I got you through customs
All of them niggas you with is some bustas

That pussy is steady be bluffing
Won't even bust shit
Now you some nigga I don't fuck with
How you become all tha niggas I'm curving, swerving
Make me take shots of tha bourbon
You know I'm fighting some demons
You know I ain't call it quit for no reason
You know my peace of mind just mean more to me
You know my family means more to me and I put that on anything

Like I put that on everything, god he steady be blessing me
Like a tech with a vest on me gave you tha best of me shit wasn't best for me
You was aggy foreva I'm down for whateva that shit wasn't best for me
'Cuz we could of been balling, could of been scoring, money just pouring
Now all of them bitches you fucking is boring while I'm steady soaring
While I'm steady finessing a check on me days when you couldn't get next to me
You was heavy on subbing going out clubbing that shit was above me
Now you wanna know who I be fucking and sucking that shit got you bubbling

Man that shit got you wondering
While my money coming in
I really be wanting to violate but I know you just gon' run wit it
Then Imma go dumb on it
I gotta go dumb on it
Cuz with 99 problems
I'm only giving him one way of solving it
Like how you start

Bugging n' tripping and wilding
Thought you was riding foreva like... Clyde
You know Bonnie and Clyde with our eyes on tha prize
Now you back to tha streets and you feeding em lies