The Shoe Fits

Yeah

Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a

Harsh truth

Very harsh truth

Look

To all the ladies wonderin' why

Drake can't rap like that same old guy

It's 'cause I don't know how anymore

I don't know how, yeah

I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half

I try to joke and I laugh

But I just don't know how anymore, love

I don't know how, yeah

To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me

Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter

Can't get a tan from your phone light

Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room

Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved

Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall

What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight

Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life?

And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga

Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger

Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing

Your nigga is not even a starting QB

That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing

What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?

All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'

All of that snappin' and posin'

Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?

Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him

Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse

Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose

But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?

Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose

But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose

Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced

Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord

More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute

You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit

Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches

If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished

Jealous-ass niggas

Damn

Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe

Everything is paid, they don't need a man

Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan

You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand

I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans

I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand

Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram

Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?

Oh, hell no

It can't be

Not Mrs. Independent, damn

Nah

So, uh

To all the ladies wonderin' why

Drake can't rap like that same old guy

It's 'cause I don't know how anymore

I don't know how, yeah

I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half

I try to joke and I laugh

But I just don't know how anymore, love

I just don't know how, yeah

To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face

Allow me to put these bums right back in they place

For all the niggas who act twelve the fake gangsters with a MAC-12

The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve

Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose

You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros

All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost

That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats

And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast

You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats

I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy

She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy

You niggas so jaded

Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated

She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'

Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'

She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down

She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down

She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still

You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down

You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now

To track when she ride 'round

You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows

You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes

You niggas is out of line

She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times

You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit

Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit

I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip

She met a guy

She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy

She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly

You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts

She like, "Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started

My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden

He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'"

She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden

Damn, dog

Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?

13, good God

I feel for you, bro

Look

So, to all the ladies wonderin' why

Drake can't rap like that same old guy

It's 'cause I don't know how anymore

I don't know how, yeah

I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half

I try to joke and I laugh

But I just don't know how anymore, love

I don't know how

That's real