Curtains Lyrics

She say it's her fault

She's taking credit for all my work

And I can tell the truth, but when I do you leavin hurt

And I know two things never work, me and you and that's for sure

And I know you was never hurt, you painting pictures on the low

I know blue strips never work, and then my feelings never hurt

I used to always ask for rides, but now my whip come with some curtains

I get hot inside my city, be the first to make it out

All my dawgs stuck in the jam, I pray to God they make it out

I pray to God I figure it out, cause I don't know

And I just hit a shopping spree, filled up two carts up at the gun store

And they said it's all for me, ain't no room to bring not one more

And then she asked wassup with me, then I told her leave me alone

Look you can run it up with me, long as you running up them checks

And you was never there for me, so much to get up off my chest

And I was never up for peace, don't leave his body unprotected

Wasn't nobody there for me, so nobody getting accepted

I'm coming different, you slide for me, I slide for you

They leave you missing, if I'm with menace shake the room

I catch a flight, to duck the rumors, I'm turning up the truth

Gotta shake back before I lose it, I'm back before you knew

Said I'm acting like you don't exist, well why you tripping

Thought I was the one you never missed

I'm acting different, said you need your space, so come and chill

Your spot's reserved, I promise, don't give a fuck about them diamonds

And something I can't escape

She say it's her fault

She's taking credit for all my work

And I can tell the truth, but when I do you leavin hurt

And I know two things never work, me and you and that's for sure

And I know you is never hurt, you painting pictures on the low

I know blue strips never work, and then my feelings never hurt

I used to always ask for rides, but now my whip come with some curtains

I get hot inside my city, be the first to make it out

All my dawgs stuck in the jam, I pray to God they make it out

I pray to God I figure it out, cause I don't know

And I just hit a shopping spree, filled up two carts up at the gun store

I'm a dickhead to the ho, I don't wanna text her, I make bands

Never addicted to the ho, she might just call to make some plans

I feel like Big Show to the ho, she'll never see my hands

Yeah, pour another shot, I just fucked off your advance

Ho, you a grown woman, you allow your friends to think for you

And it hurt the most, cause I was the only one who had to put you first

I stick to rapping with my thugs, she slide then it's a set up

And then you said that you the one, I let my partner show you different

Trust if you was here, I wouldn't know cause you was missing

You a grown ass woman, let your friends think for you