KaJ Loud - THOT I Told You (feat. Marty Obey)

Thought I told you I wasn't playing
Miserable from all your complaining
Every day need different arrangements
Never wanna listen to what I'm saying
I can't take it, no preparation
Gotta face the truth, you complacent
Separated, hopeless and anxious
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it
Conversations feeling like the desert
Critical condition, bring the stretcher
Last man was lesser and a guesser
Probably why he folded under pressure
It's a lesson in directions, why you scared to take a peek?
I've been asking for confessions, yet you never wanna speak
Telling me I'm stressing, we go through this every week
Almost thought you had a child from us wilding in the sheets
Me, it's who I'm looking at
The mirror staring right back at me, some can't handle that
I ain't focused on the Grammys or the platinum plaques
Just need to better you and revenue, no strings attached
Look, the fact of the matter is the facts ain't in unison
Acting like a lunatic, assuming shit you true to this
Used to cross my T's, till you put me on a crucifix
So as you watch me bleed, please believe I'm too through with this
Thought I told you I wasn't playing
Miserable from all your complaining
Every day need different arrangements
Never wanna listen to what I'm saying
I can't take it, no preparation
Gotta face the truth, you complacent
Separated, hopeless and anxious
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it
I gave you chance after chance after chance
Advancing your hand from my high end demand
Abandoned, been rammed, but you firm where you stand
Of course I understand, I still don't give a damn
A man in my own right, I know she was looking for the clone type
Low hype, bespoke people, I've been pawned, guy
Small fry, mile high fried for them long nights
My soul fortified, so I'll be alright
Steady protective of things you tried to embellish
That hellish devilish shit is irrelevant
In the end you pretended to be my friend got me believing for the hell of it
Oh, I should've left your ass celibate
Delicate my ass, you just threw us in the trash
But your past coming up fast, pondered doing the dash
Yeah, I'm that mad fuck it,
I hope you kick the bucket
For all that you would covet,
you ain't never been above it, ho
Thought I told you I wasn't playing
Miserable from all your complaining
Every day need different arrangements
Never wanna listen to what I'm saying
I can't take it, no preparation
Gotta face the truth, you complacent
Separated, hopeless and anxious
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it
Make sure you tell your mama that I made it I made it, I made it, yeah

Written by:
Kalion Johnson

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