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, 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, nit 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