Why Don't You Love Me?

The game ain't based on sympathy

I’ll leave it at that

C-Sick

Yeah, I want this shit to bleed

Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck

I gotta flex, shit on my ex

You not my bih', you did me wrong

Feel like I can’t even call you my ex

I gotta flex, diamonds and checks

All of the shit that you did just to flex

How you gon’ shit on the kid just to flex?

How you gon’ shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?

(Gimme a sec)

Check, went to jewelers to fuck a Patek

Wildin’ out for respect

Shawty, why can’t you love me?

Five bands, spending lovely

Wrist cuts, get you glitz’d up

Have you lookin’ like you still love me

Why can’t you love me?

You got somebody

You cannot trust me

I cannot trust me

Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck

I gotta flex, shit on my ex

You not my bih', you did me wrong

Feel like I can’t even call you my ex

I gotta flex, diamonds and checks

All of the shit that you did just to flex

How you gon’ shit on the kid just to flex?

How you gon’ shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?

I want this shit to bleed

Yeah, count the baguettes, I need to flex

Need to do something to shift all the stress, yeah

'Cause I can’t make you love, and I can’t make you love me

Damn, I wished you loved me

Damn, I wished you loved me

Wasn’t it so lovely? Wasn’t it so lovely?

When you used to love me?

And do you still love me?

Why can’t you love?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love, yeah

Went to the trenches, came back to a nigga

You flew away and came back to a nigga

You used to keep it so thorough

Then when you would come around you wouldn’t even dap all my niggas

I loved myself when I was in the trap

I loved myself when I was in the trenches

I love my love for people when I used to see 'em walk beside me

Sleeping on them benches

But one day you saw me and you held me down

Kept it real and shawty you held it down

Wasn’t nothin’ niggas could tell me now

Wasn’t nothin’ that I couldn’t sell out

I just had to get the money and get it

Got the product, stack it, flip it and split it

With my niggas in the trenches

Baby, you the one that held a nigga down and I will not forget it, yeah

You loved, you loved me

You loved, you loved me

You loved, you loved me

Back to my ways, I’m going back to my ways

Audemar, Patek, the face

I can’t go back to your place

It bring me back to the days

Back in the day

How the fuck you let him kiss on your face?

How you had him all up back in your place?

Had another nigga sit in my space

Tryna give another nigga my place, oh no

No, no, no, no, no

Lil' bitch