It Has Been Said

It Has Been Said (Bitches) I want to fuckin' sing (Ho please) [Hook] My OG told me don't ever love a ho (And she's a ho) Bitches and Sisters are different, just so you know (And I know you know) And don't you ever try to save her, let her go (My nigga let her go) She's gonna talk but it ain't shit that's never been said before (It's been said before) So here we go [Verse] Baby Girl's a liar, this I already know. So am I Except I'm talking to this mirror when I lie Sike. Keeping it real at all times, in all rhymes All signs pointing to replacements, it's basic Get out of pocket and I'll drop you like pocket change Never getting a thing, especially my last name Could've split it on the table when that cash came But you got out of lane...that's why the path changed Can't change the past, speak of you in past tense Only reminiscence when I ride behind glass tints Reputation of an asshole; a bastard But the truth is, my language is blunt...like ashes No smoke-screens. No reason to be confused when you approach me But low-key, I don't give a fuck You got dropped, then I opened up shop Then a couple people copped, now people give me my props 5 or 6 bank accounts, money looking chunky Diss you for the rest of my career; tell me "fuck me" Make you mad enough to go to that nigga that's fucking you Tell him to show up on my block with the Glock to pump me Or, maybe I'm bugging, this isn't serious at all We should take a walk, Central Park, a leash for the dog Bouquet of flowers, reservations, a ring and a card Skype you 'goodnight' when I take meeting abroad White picket fence, throw some kids up in the mix Kiss 'em on their forehead, pick 'em up from school trips Except the problem is: when I go out of town They call the mailman their "pops" like I never ejaculated shit Now we've got separate lawyers calculating shit Negotiating settlements, a 50-50 split Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym Bitch, when I was shooting, you were taking back-shots from him Pardon, I just had a "flash for the future" And I refuse to be embarrassed like some loser Have somebody in the streets telling me my wifey is a freak Hopping in and out of sheets on the creep And nah, this isn't personal, I'm just speaking to beats More like a warning shot in case bitches think that it's sweet So if you're trying to rock with me in this Presidential Suite You should be a Michelle Obama, not a Lewinsky [Hook]