It's Bobby Jagaj.

Grab.

I wonder what would happen if I was willing to widen the scope of what I'm open to talking about inside my music.

if I was willing to reach inside of myself and pull out the pain and everything I've been through and then use it and I could probably phrase it so my situation would be understandable to you even though we're from different places and I'm

Climbing up the ladder from the bottom of the totem pole.

And I'm gonna get out here and grab everything that I am owed.

For putting in that hard work by myself Cause I'ma make it on my own Without anybody else trying to tell me What I'm about to do Cause I ain't never asked for shit

Even if they were to offer, wouldn't ask for it Cause I don't owe nobody nothing And I'm not about to put myself in a position to owe you a damn thing

Cause motherfuckers memories will get short the first time you tell them no Then they'll run off and report everything that they ever did for you

As if they live for you.

And I'm so fucking glad I didn't have no kids with you.

That was a subliminal message to my ex.

And I'm going to tell everybody about this stupid bitch next.

I started dating this girl after a week because I was tired of being patient.

I was falling asleep.

So naturally, I'm in a rush to try and make it work out.

But if I were to use my head, I could have saw it turn out.

the way it did.

I was watching her kid and buying her shit.

She would show up to my hood and act like she's better than this.

That was a red flag.

Unique told me not to fuck with that bitch But I was hard headed and fell in love with that wack bitch And then when it was over, one day I got drunk And then I went and popped up, I came in and then I passed out

And if it was a real one, she would have let me chill.

But this corny ass bitch went and called the cops for it.

I called my first case because I was stupid.

Got shot by Cupid.

And I wasn't even mad.

I was just thinking, how could you do this?

I was laying in my jail cell, peering through the glass.

My homegirls wanted to pull up and beat her ass, but I told them not to do it because the case would go away, but she would still be a loser at the end of the day.

Cause she had a real one while she was steady being fake.

And the next dude will fuck around and punch her in her face.

Cause nobody likes a fake chick that puts on a facade.

And I bet she'll never meet another as patient as I.

Shit was real out here, man.

And you gonna have three baby daddies with five kids, and I hope you later work and get fired, you stupid.

Bitch.

Peace.