So Into You Freestyle

Breakups be bittersweet, no "happily ever after"
It's too many misreads, wrong dates, and non-factors
Too much conflict when we ploy, that's plottin' backwards
Loved readin' our story, can't write another chapter

I be tryna hate you more to move on faster
I'm still grateful for the lessons and the laughter
Got a hard drive, 'cause I Mac then I cracked her
But since I pulled the plug, I upgraded past her
Truly wish the best for anyone that I've dealt with
I've communicated poorly, and I'm kinda selfish
The Alpha wasn't raised to do no beta male shit
And I'm from Oakland, it's in me, I can't help it
Was dealt this, didn't have the pictures on the shelf with
Mom and Dad holding hands, takin' selfies
Mom fucked with drug lords, daddy had a jail seat
That's why I'm a sick nigga now, I've never seen it healthy
My own man, not my old lady, nor my old man
Cable and the power stolen, all I know is reprogram
'Cause I'm an icon growin', like screens loadin'
So I gotta pass-words to unlock and keep me open
I was born as an inner child, but my inner adult I'm tryna grow
From immature pro, to professional old soul
My track record is a blessing to the ones who know
So I try to move with tact when I date
Stay intact with my roots, still in contact with my fate
So if Destiny decided to call me back up today
Fuck a child, I ain't kidding, I'ma pack up for Bey
I need a rock to hold down, like I'm back up for Jay
Who gon' let me unpack while I'm packin' a J?
Sit in the lab, then my face, then back on the plane
So I cooked, ate, brought it to-go, like I'm packin' a plate
Mouthful, wisdom and council, but never doubtful
She don't know my ex, or wanna flex for a clout pull
Never run her mouth, but still show me what that mouth do
And take directions if I show her, and she don't know how to
Bring back three when a nigga down two
Keep me accountable, I need someone to account to
Wet enough to douse old flames, and put 'em out too
Be the fire all my old sparks can't amount to

I (can't explain it)
What it's like (being famous)
'Cause I (still be hanging)
Where I used to, I (can't explain it)
What it's like (being famous)
'Cause I (still be banging)
Hoes I used to

Free the guys
Gon' keep on, keep goin'
Shout out to the gang, my son Guap keep wildin'
Keep doin' your thing, it's gon' pay off
Bow