Resentment

I get sick of this nigga
I get sick of this nigga


Blame me here
Blame me there
Brothas, Cousins,
Friends and otha's
Smilin' everywhere

I get sick of this nigga
Man I swear

Brings me up- put me down
I'm cryin about to drown
I do it right in his room
plus I know his whole name
but he talkin' that shit like...

I can't do this, can't do that
but he wants me in his lap
Get up off me- I don't want it
You wanting to get beat
Like you own it

I'm bout to leave like I should
You had the best chance: you know you would
And missed it. There was a laugh
Not from me, not from her
Way yonder where it occured
No talk but listen
There's nothing you can say
Cause she got you on lock like

It's not my way it's all about you
Do what you say and double it by two
My money you spend but i don't realize
Someone you pay attention to all those other guys

Don't want you no more than you think
Turn around, look and way they might wink
At your momma's, cousin's or you aunte'
To another chick...you just into fucking.

Ok move ahead an gone do your style
A few months later that trick will have your child
You will regret it
Cause the one you loved
Pushed and shoved
Actually missed you alot
On your mind constantly