[Intro] Yeah Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a Harsh truth Very harsh truth Look
[Chorus] To all the ladies wonderin' why Drake can't rap like that same old guy It's 'cause I don't know how anymore I don't know how, yeah I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half I try to joke and I laugh But I just don't know how anymore, love I don't know how, yeah
[Verse 1] To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter Can't get a tan from your phone light Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing Your nigga is not even a starting QB That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'? All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin' All of that snappin' and posin' Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last? Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you? Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished Jealous-ass niggas Damn Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe Everything is paid, they don't need a man Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?
[Interlude] Oh, hell no It can't be Not Mrs. Independent, dude Nah So, uh
[Chorus] To all the ladies wonderin' why Drake can't rap like that same old guy It's 'cause I don't know how anymore I don't know how, yeah I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half I try to joke and I laugh But I just don't know how anymore, love I just don't know how, yeah
[Verse 2] To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face Allow me to put these bums right back in they place For all the niggas who act twelve The fake gangsters with a MAC-12 The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy You niggas so jaded Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated She settled for an NBA star that's through playin' Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in' She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now To track when she ride 'round You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes You niggas is out of line She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip She met a guy She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts She like, "Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'" She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden
[Interlude] Damn, dog Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh? 13, good God I feel for you, bro Look
[Chorus] So, to all the ladies wonderin' why Drake can't rap like that same old guy It's 'cause I don't know how anymore I don't know how, yeah I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half I try to joke and I laugh But I just don't know how anymore, love I don't know how
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