text: I really thought we couldve worked it out
  Even gave us the benefit of doubt
  But we couldnt stop playing around
  Didnt understand, but I do now
  Sometimes I wish that we could get it back
  Because everyone deserves a second chance
  But we can never go back like that
  Its a shame how our good thing turned so bad
  Too bad, baby
  So sad
  Look at all that we couldve had
  Just too bad
  Thats how you feelin, huh?
  Caught in your feelings, huh?
  Im like the late great Aaliyah, one in a million ma
  I was dealing ma, introduced you to dealing ma
  You aint even know a fan could go up on the ceiling ma
  But that was yesterday
  Them games I never play
  Money, cars, clothes, hos, all up on my resume 
  You needed eighty bucks, you would call your baby up
  I been about Cash Money, Ima call Baby up
  Or the the homie Slim, Mack and Weezy too
  I spit fish grease, easy, I get greezy too
  You my favorite book, I love reading you
  But come through, true woo, is what you need to do
  Ayo Cam, I’m the baddest bitch
  You was actin mad happy when you bagged this bitch
  You was tellin my mother you loved me all the time
  Pink Range you was pushing, that was sort of mine
  Late night, New York, fried chicken spots and all
  125th at Lennox outside the mall
  Now you running round frontin like you paid in full
  My nigga, you aint Rico, this aint Paid in Full!
  Okay, I mean I love you, Im frontin, the feelings mutual
  But you aint getting me back, man, you delusional!
  I shoulda been left ya ass, huh?
  Oh, that chicken head you fuckin with? Ask her!