The Feeling

You told me you a ride or die chick
But you're more like a ride or lie chick
Try to lie to me? Try to lie to duke
Try to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?
Either way the outcome is ugly
When you got two guys and you try to live lovely
Like rugby, that game is foreign
So you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving
The dog went for the bone in the pond
And lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man
You had a good thing, a real good nigga
A man on a job, but still a hood nigga
Still I would figure, you would recognize
I was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys
Shawty bug, need pesticide
Mary J. Blige, real love you should exercise

Is it me or is it him?
Is it ours or is it yours?
See, ya mind’s still locked behind bars
You wanna roll with him or roll with a star?

You playing high school games, that’s ping pong
Game over, that’s why you notice everything gone
Pain over, any image you had in your head
Of me and you out chilling, that shit’s dead
Rigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller
‘Till you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?
It’s called getting played, it’s called getting caught
You know, the same shit they say when you get in court
Mama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around
Not for support, a bus down?
What the fuck is that? Take the bus back
And don’t think of coming back, nah she with us now
She could feel the perks in my pain
And she could feel the worth of my game, it’s all the same
Either way you lost one like Jane
And feel that like the drums by Ye, have a nice day

Is it me or is it him?
Is it ours or is it yours?
See, ya mind’s still locked behind bars
You wanna roll with him or roll with a star?

You tried to play me
You fucked around and played yourself, you played yourself
I’mma keep it a hundred
Look ma, you fronted, now I don’t even want it

Is it me or is it him?
Is it ours or is it yours?
See, ya mind’s still locked behind bars
You wanna roll with him or roll with a star?