Doing yo' shit on the regular
Thought I was behind ten steps ahead of ya
Call me a predator
I am a editor
Edit you outta my life no regrets (And uh)
You know i'mma step, when it come down to getting a check
Kaisha, a boss back in effect
Russian Roulette,hit you in the head (Cause I'm)
Tired of you tired ass lame niggas
Whole time you a runner, but you claiming you a hitter (Damn)
Got these girls calling yo phone, you had one job to leave them alone
The man of the hour, that gave you more power, yo' plan turned a little bit sour
I am that chick that's gone call you on yo shit
Had to step back, and look at where I was at with this relationship
And I knew you that you was telling me lies
Bout how much you wanted me to be a mother and wife
How you wanted me to be around, how I held you down
Should've let you drown in yo' own misery, but that isn't me
I'm a different breed, raised up differently
Hold up wait a minute
Nigga stop calling my phone, nigga just let me breathe