Turn my back to the wall You can't get me here The room is sharp I won't be your shield There's holes in your heart I can't be your fill Not no more, no more Yeah, he stumbled on a wife, so I stumbled on a M No ID, how I knew a nigga heard Box full, so I know a nigga hurt Got stiff, had to hit him with the Sir, we all get a path, some nigga choose dirt Nigga did me dirt, now I don't trust a BM Got me moving money in Rimowas on the weekend I became a skeptic when I moved it out the pelican Never take advice from a nigga I know better than Love it like a son, we got different baby mothers If I don't watch her, she gon' slight me undercover I don't trust a blanket, only slightly under covers Room get cold to a bitch too cold Hate so lame, shit talk get old You bitches funky, you bitches mold Y'all mind these nigga and do what you told I would never let a weak minded bitch in my home Huh? I can't be your fill Y'all PC OD, y'all some Overtons I got PTSD from these overages I was young when I got out them brokerages I got set up one time, I ain't over it Had to walk out that house with a broken rib Had to get myself together, ain't perfect yet Time came, still feel I ain't worth it yet I be wrapping up days they ain't workin' yet Pop hoes in they mouth, y'all pop Percocets I heard an unknown body saying I'm soft Know an unknown nigga like to peel bitches off I be holding out the ring like: I could tell 'em hold off Hold on? Okay, calm down? Okay When you move ill, they gon' study your Make fun of your accent then mimic your (Huh) Foot on they forehead, then scrape it like (Ugh) The older I get, more healing I feel Can trace back to source, why you don't know what's real I feel your momma was jealous or worked all the time Daddy was gone, nigga played with your mind Childhood sheltered, so teenage years zealous I know life tough and most crack under pressure Talk out your neck 'cause you lackin' correction Deep down you just need some loving correctly, well I am not the bitch to do it Fuck with something safe, screw it They know the curve of my dick Study that, call it influence You should be focused on self Instead of the way that I use it You'd be lucky if I slapped you in the face with it Better known than the bitch that blew it Huh Turn my back to the wall You can't get me here The room is sharp I won't be your shield There's holes in your heart I can't be your fill Not no more, no more