Uh Back when the music was the singles Before the rap niggas started making jingles Back when soulja made a killing off of ringtones Back then, I would stack my chips, pringles Back then, young kid sicker than the measles Kept the dope fiends itchin' like it's ringworms Baskin', married to the game without a ring, though You was precious to me, I was smeegle, goddamn Fast forward, you was everything, I was livin' for Only thing soft was your chest, I was restin' on Through them rough nights, love is what I did it for Did you wrong, back then I couldn't do nothin' right, goddamn I'll admit it, you the reason that I'm in it Be the reason you be queefin' while I'm in it long Take a minute, 'cause you're grievin' hard (huh, huh) When the liquor bleedin' through your pores Sleepin' on the floors, damn it, jim morrison doors Starin' at the ceilings and the posters on the walls So outgoing but we was indoors Don't know what we in for, ten fold You should have been my missus I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it This one dedicated to my bitches All the real ones who will never get the mention This song, I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it This one dedicated to my bitches All the real ones who will never get the mention This song dedicated to you, for you This song (this song) For you (for you) Oh, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa Back when the music was the singles (singles) 'Fore my baby brother rapped like the mingles Like when white folks wouldn't even mingle I'm just glad, we just speak the same lingo, goddamn All I want is guap and my evisu And the bad ho from santo domingo I ain't had a fan or birdie to sing to Now I'm realizin' how much I need you Turf's gon' help me get wealthy The turf's gon' bless me, hail mary I done had menages, bunch of riri look alikes And wannabe beyoncé's, playin' mind games They was in between my cock and my mom's place Between a rock and a hard place You should have been my missus I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it This one dedicated to my bitches All the real ones who will never get the mention This song, I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it This one dedicated to my bitches All the real ones who will never get the mention This song (this song) For you (for you) This song (this song) For you (for you)