(Hit-Boy)

Way before the pandemic hit, I was social distancin'
So close, I used to call you my twin, guess we had our differences
I've been at war with myself, almost forgot what the whole mission is
Talks inside my thoughts, but I just know somebody listenin'
Tell me who I'm supposed to trust when I'm the realest that's in my circle?
Be the ones you call your partner, that be the first to try to murk you
Count me out, sittin' on your couch like the average college commercial
I had to cut some niggas time off, like a curfew
Wish when I call my dawg in Heaven, it was virtual
You get caught lackin', they'll only have a shirt to show
I've been fillin' up my purse, ain't think that y'all would take it personal
If I had this shit my way, you opp niggas'll be the first to go

I put my heart up on it, I was different
I can't help the way I'm seein' you, it's different
Could tell it's not real, there's somethin' missin'
There's somethin' missin', oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

'Cause real ain't real enough these days
That's why I tend to separate
But don't hold it against me
Don't be offended
It's just I got a lot at stake
A lot I gotta say

I'm ballin' hard, stayin' guarded, these niggas tryna cross me
Think I can't find my way without you? Shit, that's where you lost me
Keep my foot on bitches necks 'cause I know that they cutthroat
Blunts rolled turn to gun smoke on top, but I ain't the one, no
Feelin' like my heart too big, my trust fucked up
So when niggas see me, first impression is, "Why that girl stuck up?"
Give it to you raw even if it hurt, I don't know it's tough love
And gang on go, we don't trust y'all so, nah, I wouldn't trust us
And I broke bread with all my bitches but I ain't never break my promise
Offline I'm a topic, ten toes down and they stay polished
How you ridin', jumpin' clique to clique?
Might as well do my hydraulics
I sleep good at night, knowin' that I'ma wake up silent

I put my heart up on it, I was different
I can't help the way I'm seein' you, it's different
Could tell it's not real, there's somethin' missin'
There's somethin' missin', oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

'Cause real ain't real enough these days
That's why I tend to separate
But don't hold it against me
Don't be offended
It's just I got a lot at stake
A lot I gotta say

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Seandrea Sledge