Favorite B!%ch (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Nah, for real, know what I'm sayin', like

Like music's my first love, right

But, what it turned into is like

You know these, these cats got it now, she just like a hoe

(They ain't doin' it now to make music)

Yeah, for real, yeah, yeah

Switched it up then everybody

Done changed the shit on that damn-

Yeah, e'rybody done ran through it

Mumble rappin'

Ain't no more substance in shit

Right, right

They don't treat it the way it needs to be treated

I kinda want that old thing back

Yeah, I was young, I was hungry

I was chasing the bag at 21

I was lucky

To find an uneaten fucking honeybun (what?) I forgot about

Now I got money falling out, fifties, hundreds and twenties

And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing

But we got something in common, both of us are alarmin' (what?)

Foul, disgusting, and awful (yeah), so repugnant and ugly (yup)

I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah

And you could say I'm a little bit immature

But this type of literature got me a little richer, haha

But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl

You're letting 'em fiddle with your clitoris

Remember you were my fucking-

You used to be my favorite, bitch

Things'll never be the same ain't it funny how you changed

Up and flipped the script?

You done let a bunch of lames fall through

And complain that I can't permit

You ain't have to do it like that

Told you I'll be right back

Look what you did, I need a new chick

Like the music, I had to bounce on my favorite bitch

Always hated my smile

Mama told me it's goofy

I'd get picked on at school

Come home and she'd school me

She never sugarcoated it to me

She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly

I wouldn't always get bullied (true)

I think of my struggles (yeah) and get emotional

Could be 'cause how behind the eight-ball

And far in the hole that they put me

Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (yeah)

I'm just trollin' you pussies

But I'm like stroller 'cause you'll see

Just how I roll if you push me (haha)

But that's what I do this music for

When I was goin' through some of the hardest times I drew from her

But she's like the devil because I can't just let loose of her

Plus the thought of losing her

Makes me wanna just let loose on her

Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her

Tell her, "It's a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty-call" (haha)

That's how it used to be

'Cause you and me, we ruled the world

And we made Curtis blow (50)

Fuck, I miss them days

You used to be my favorite, bitch

Things'll never be the same ain't it funny how you changed

Up and flipped the script?

You done let a bunch of lames fall through

And complain that I can't permit

You ain't have to do it like that

Told you I'll be right back

Look what you did, I need a new chick

Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch

You fuckin' leavin' me bitch?

I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down

I swear to God, you run to that door

I'ma put one in the back of your fucking head

I'ma ask you this one time

The answer better be yes

Would you marry me again?

Now that everything is changed (yeah)

It'll never be the same (nah)

As the era whens we came (who?)

From Nas to Pac, Rak' (yeah), Eric B. and Kane (I know)

But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane

And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at

Or be emotionally attached to Yo! MTV Raps (yeah)

Runnin' home from school to catch an episode

The feeling that it gave you to rip the plastic off the tape

You hold and peel it back, yeah

Tear it off and play it (what?)

Swear to God, 4 o'clock

We crowd around the TV butter in his underwear and socks

When Nani was Kon Artis (yeah)

And Proof had his hair in locs (Doody)

Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearing clocks

Back with Ed Lover (yeah)

When there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (pair of Docs)

But I never thought I'd get so jealous

At the thought of letting you go psychologically

It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery

Part of me don't wanna stop 'til I get you back

'Cause I got to put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up

The other part wants to tell you just to get fucked

Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (ah)

Get back together with them, you slut

Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist

When I helped you become bigger than you were

But I guess that it slipped your mind

You must be biding your time looking for someone to come along

That'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn)

But truthfully it was never really you and me exclusively

And there's too many new MC's you can choose between

But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through

Bet they can't do it like me

But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends

And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one

Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it

I won't grieve when I kill you

But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can

Hear me? I used to be your favorite bitch