Pipe Down

I'm working on dyin'

Said you belong to the streets, but the streets belong to me

It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)

It's like home to me

I tatted your passport up

Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve

Just know that was all me

And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me

That shit you tell, I wish that's how you called me

That raw shit, that honesty, yeah

You know I love you more than all them niggas put together

And it's a lot of niggas trust, I put the list together

And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together

You gotta live that shit for real

You can't just say whatever

You can never tell nobody that you held me down

If it was ride or die then you should've been there right no

So I don't get how you're yelling at me

How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down

I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down

All the things I've done up until right now

I need a thousand pages just to write it down

Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue

Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you

How much I pen for you to pipe down

I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down

Tried to run it back a hundred times

The world is yours, but the city's mine

I can't believe you put it on your mothers life

I can't believe you told me it was ride or die

Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive

True enough I know you from the other side, I

Set my expectations way too high

Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night

Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night

I know the book that you would write is a tell some

Not a tell all

Just to make sure that you well off, you a sell all rights

Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright

That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice

And I'm back poppin, I still remember the day I saw you

I was on your ass like back pockets

Niggas love to hate, but what is that stoppin'

So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face

You're so two-faced, that I don't know which face

You're the reason we'll be going separate ways

You're the reason we cannot communicate

It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say

I'm not in your way, you're in your own way

So I don't get how you're yelling at me

How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down

I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down

All the things I've done up until right now

I need a thousand pages just to write it down

Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue

Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you

How much I pen for you to pipe down

I deep I gotta dig to for you to pipe down