Verse: Yeah yeah uh I'm feelin' you, gauranteed that you into me I got the phantom, the aston, the bent-e-ley But let me tell you where a n***a at mentally Two things I don't give a b**h: pay checks and sympathy Ha! but I guess it's just the pimp in me All around paid, can't even get a sentence free So judge a n***a sweetheart, sentence me I ain't worried it's gon happen if it's meant to be And if you ever feel the need to step inside Be a woman about it and know we living seperate lives Trying to tell you, less feelings mean less goodbyes That's some game for your a**, better recognize But some cats can't even relate I ain't a mind reader though, so if you tryna escape Then let me know that, show that My place, roll back, lay down, so flat Tell Me!