Why you don't love me no more
How can you let me spend myself poor
It's you that I spoil
Put crowns on your head made you royal
But you fail to recognize me as your queen
I was there when it was all just a dream
When the only person that heard you spit
Was me on the corner or the stoop where you used to sit
Day in and day out
When I barely had enough money to put food in my own mouth
I fed your pain and your anguish
I put breath into your language
I threw 40s on your fire to coax the flames
I was there when you was a nobody now you call me names
Say you don't love them hos
Am I supposed to be one of those
Playin my shady for them groupies
Or those girls gone wild floosies
Why you don't love me no more
Wasn't I there when you got your foot in the door
Wasn't I rockin the name plate gold
When your first record sold
Wasn't I the first to cop it
when the record company heard next one failed to drop it
Wasn't I there to pick up the pieces
Didn't I pick you up at your prison releases
but now i'm not good enough for your movie releases
I used to keep your dough in check
Before the white man started cutting the check
Didn't I used to throw my hands in the air
Cornrow your hair
Go half on your ones and tims
Now you abandon me for rims
Call me out my name in every other bar you spit
I was Bonnie and you was Clyde now who you ridin wit
I guess now you're batman and robin
Just another black man robbin
The black woman of her sanctity and value
Please pay attention to how you
Mention me in your future references
Because you are sending out negative messages
To the little boys growing up mouthing your words
To the little girls growing up wishing for those curves
That the girls in the videos possess
Before shes even ready to handle the stress
Of treating her body like it's a temple
she should just be worried about not getting pimples
But she's worried about not getting pregnant
Because it is evident
That her boyfriend won't be her boyfriend when she becomes a mother
It could be because our music isn't about loving each other
More about hittin it and quittin it
Sayin to your homies fuck a bitch
Do you realize
That you and your guys
Wouldn't even be here if a woman didn't birth you
I know it might hurt you
To think about
The fact that you did not come about
All by yourself
You had a little help
Mainly from mommy
So next time you calmly
Dismiss me in your platinum track
Launch a full on attack
Make me that slut and that bitch
Remember who made you rich
And how I almost died trying
How can you let me spend myself poor
It's you that I spoil
Put crowns on your head made you royal
But you fail to recognize me as your queen
I was there when it was all just a dream
When the only person that heard you spit
Was me on the corner or the stoop where you used to sit
Day in and day out
When I barely had enough money to put food in my own mouth
I fed your pain and your anguish
I put breath into your language
I threw 40s on your fire to coax the flames
I was there when you was a nobody now you call me names
Say you don't love them hos
Am I supposed to be one of those
Playin my shady for them groupies
Or those girls gone wild floosies
Why you don't love me no more
Wasn't I there when you got your foot in the door
Wasn't I rockin the name plate gold
When your first record sold
Wasn't I the first to cop it
when the record company heard next one failed to drop it
Wasn't I there to pick up the pieces
Didn't I pick you up at your prison releases
but now i'm not good enough for your movie releases
I used to keep your dough in check
Before the white man started cutting the check
Didn't I used to throw my hands in the air
Cornrow your hair
Go half on your ones and tims
Now you abandon me for rims
Call me out my name in every other bar you spit
I was Bonnie and you was Clyde now who you ridin wit
I guess now you're batman and robin
Just another black man robbin
The black woman of her sanctity and value
Please pay attention to how you
Mention me in your future references
Because you are sending out negative messages
To the little boys growing up mouthing your words
To the little girls growing up wishing for those curves
That the girls in the videos possess
Before shes even ready to handle the stress
Of treating her body like it's a temple
she should just be worried about not getting pimples
But she's worried about not getting pregnant
Because it is evident
That her boyfriend won't be her boyfriend when she becomes a mother
It could be because our music isn't about loving each other
More about hittin it and quittin it
Sayin to your homies fuck a bitch
Do you realize
That you and your guys
Wouldn't even be here if a woman didn't birth you
I know it might hurt you
To think about
The fact that you did not come about
All by yourself
You had a little help
Mainly from mommy
So next time you calmly
Dismiss me in your platinum track
Launch a full on attack
Make me that slut and that bitch
Remember who made you rich
And how I almost died trying
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