Ok, now they got me wanna rap again Healed the wound, and then you stab me in the back again (uh) You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand (uh) Not the type to come around and try to play a friend You the type to cut the grass and snake your bestest man I'm the type to close the deal and cut my niggas in See me in person I look like a ghost See me in person I look like a ghost You wanna come in and play with the GOAT You wanna come in and play with the GOAT All you rap— sound like me, can't tell who is who You got no real identity, can't tell you from you Price went up, angel investor Price went up, angel investor Ok, ok, I'm not okay Think you're good, it's not ok Ok, ok, I'm not okay (I'm not okay) Think you're good, get out the way A Shenseea Nuh truss any and any man Pree dem and mi play along Watch how dem a sing mi song Suddenly, dem tun a fan Aim wid precision fi numba one position Write di plan, right mi wrong And look now, I'm di boss in charge Used to talk down pon mi, now mi on top Lef mi inna struggle so nuh badda come back Tek mi fi granted, tek mi fi soft And if yuh play hard If yuh let mi down mi nuh have no food fi give you right ya now Mi lock mi shop 'cause mi nuh like when you show luv to mi face den chat behind mi back Nuh trust people, cyaan trust people From dem eat di fruit, mankind tun evil Get cut off, you wi get cut off Me nuh care how much memories we have in di past Yuh bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single Mi broke up wid mi ex, him dead to mi, I'm a widow Get cut off, you wi get cut off Me nuh care how much memories we have in di past Bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, so yuh single Mi bruk up with mi ex, him dead to mi, I'm a widow, uh It's been plenty times you closed the door on me That— really show me how much you say you a bro to me Showed you love and you constantly cold-shouldered me But ain't no going back to fixing up, that's the older me, yeah I'm done with all the fake shit, I had enough of that, yeah I done had too many niggas stab me in the back They say they with you, but they really puttin' on a act That's when— hit the fan and all of sudden, all the facts show You gotta chin up and show a nigga tough love Let 'em go without you, just to show 'em what it was We was so close, you would've thought we was blood We got the same pain, we come from the mud I swear this shit make me wanna put my all in it, yeah You can hear the pain 'cause I put my heart in it, yeah Most of these— ain't real, they don't wanna see me winning, no Most of these— ain't real, they don't wanna see me winning, no But it's ok, we gon' be ok Only show up when we cut the cake (oh, yeah) Showing love, but we ok (we ok) Find God, 'fore it's too late