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The game ain't based on sympathy And I’ll leave at that C-Sick Yeah, I want this shit to bleed Yeah, Audemar wrist, tattoo on my neck I gotta flex, shit on my ex You not my bih' you did me wrong Feel like I can’t even call you my ex I gotta flex, diamonds and checks All of the shit that you did just to flex How you gon’ shit on the kid just to flex? How you gon’ shit on the kid when you know I used to love you Gimme a sec Check, went to jewelers to a fuck a Patek Wylin’ out for respect Shawty, why can’t you love me? Five bands, spending lovely Wrist cuts, get you glitz’d up Have you lookin’ like you still love me Why can’t you love me? You got somebody You cannot trust me I cannot trust me SongtexteYeah, Audemar wrist, tattoo on my neck I gotta flex, shit on my ex You not my bih' you did me wrong Feel like I can’t even call you my ex I gotta flex, diamonds and checks All of the shit that you did just to flex How you gon’ shit on the kid just to flex? How you gon’ shit on the kid when you know I used to love you I want this shit to bleed Yeah, count the baguettes, I need to flex Need to do something to shift all the stress, yeah 'Cause I can’t make you love, I can’t make you love me Damn, I wished you loved me Damn, I wished you loved me Wasn’t it so lovely? Wasn’t it so lovely? When you used to love me? And do you still love me? Why can’t you love? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love, yeah Went to trenches, came back to a nigga You flew away and came back to a nigga You used to keep it so thorough, then when you would come around you wouldn’t dab all my niggas I love myself when I was in the trap I love myself when I was in the trenches I love my love for people when I used to see 'em walk beside ‘em sleeping on the benches But one day you saw me and you held me down Kept it real and shawty you held it down Wasn’t nothin’ niggas could tell me now Wasn’t nothin’ I couldn’t sell out I just had to get the money and get it Got the product, stack it, flip it and split it With my niggas in the trenches Baby, you the one that held a niggas down and I will not forget it, yeah You loved, you loved me You loved, you loved me You loved, you loved me Back to my ways, I’m going back to my ways Audemar Patek the face I can’t go back to your place It bring me back to the days Back in the day How the fuck you let him kiss on your face? How you had him all up back in your place? Had another nigga sit in my space Tryna give another nigga my place, oh no Aus Songtexte Mania