Guess I Was Wrong

Yeah, sheesh That hell's shut, Lil' Day, didn't live too long, did it? Ay Guess I was wrong about you You're no longer mine, is that true? You love to discredit all the things that I do Told me get my shit together, girl, I did I realized, I Really didn't love you, I fell in love with the ideal of you Really didn't love me at that time, it was ideal for you You, bitch You wanted a purse, you could've said that You wanted a Perc', you could've said that You wanted the Earth, you could've said that, bitch And you know I still could have bought you everything that your last nigga couldn't afford, ay Put you in a G-Wagon, turn a Maybach from a Honda Accord Foreign cars with your ex-baby, tryna sneak off and tryna stick a record I don't even leave you no options, I need the keys back to the wagon and the Benz You know like I know, baby, I was never really jacking your friends Turnt up on the side, I with it Let me with the side eye, get it Feelings to the side, I get it Panties to the side, I feel it You should learn to hide your feelings Ay, ay, ay, like me and Ace We like Drake, 40 on the late night with them great whites, me and Ace We got plaques hanging off the walls, nigga don't need no DNA I had a thing for records I broke, records I spun, I'm bringing the face I had a thing for records I done, records I spun, and I chatted my face I had a thing for records I broke, records I spun, I'm bringing the face I had a thing for records I done, records I spun, and I chatted my face And you know I still could have bought you everything that your last nigga couldn't afford Put you in a G-Wagon, turn a Maybach from a Honda Accord Foreign cars with your lame ass, she ain't even gotta sneak and record Yeah, they know about the boy Yeah You should ask your ex nigga about this new bitch if she wanna tell the truth Ay, I really got nothing to lose, I really got nothing to prove Yeah, you can't walk a mile in my shoes, I get it, I get it, okay You niggas better find y'all something else safer to do and play