Girl, these ain't even his kids
I had these kids, I used to mess with his brother when I was in high school
We got together and I never stopped
You know what I'm saying? How you get 'em is how you lose 'em
Real talk, I'm just waiting 'til the last baby turn 18 and I'm out
I got me a lil' money saved to the side, I'mma pack my bag
Next time he don't come home at night
He gon' get here in the morning and I'mma be gone, poof
And what I really wanna do is drop these kids off at his mama house
Start me a whole 'nother life, like he did
What Mary J. Say? "I'm not gon' cry," I'm not
I'm not, never again, not one more tear, I'm not gon' cry, I'mma get fly
Okay? And that's what you need to hear, I don't know who need to hear this
But don't ever let that nigga see you cry 'cause of some shit he did
He don't know no better, he gon' learn today, he'll be a'ight
He was out there havin' fun while you was at home taking care of them kids
Making sure he had a hot meal to come home to and he ain't even show up
Cold, it's a cold world, you gon' learn though
Don't ever let nobody have that much control over you, boo
Now look, I'm just telling you this 'cause I see myself in you
And I don't want you to get caught up like I did
With an ain't-shit-ass nigga
Community dick
It's a damn shame, but you a nice girl though
You beautiful, and you deserve better

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Writer(s): Charles Coffeen, Horace Bray, Priscilla Renea Hamilton, Raysean Hairston