If you were in a pine box, box I would shovel dirt on top, top I'd play this record on repeat, 'peat You always been a bitch to me If you was in a pine box, box I would still be in my spot, spot For you to make it to the peak, peak It'd have to be the death of me, the death of me Lookin' in the mirror, still embarrassed Stop talkin' how you gon' spare us React like an infant whenever I am mentioned It's like you need tension to always get attention You always said how you wanna bury me alive Jealousy disguised as yo' muhfuckin' pride Took you on your first tour with us, tryna catch a vibe I was headline, you was standin' on the side Brought you and that other hoe along for the ride First time people lined up for your ass Now you sayin' two pussy boys gettin' outta line You been hatin' hard for a very long time It feel like Twitter ghostwritin' your reply Streets out here talkin' like, "At least a nigga tried" It's how you felt in 2011, why we wastin' time? Dreams come true, crodie, this is where you die