text: Yeah
  Care for me, care for me, care for me, uh
  Yeah, look
  I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
  But we more like Belly—Tommy and Keisha shit
  Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
  Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
  Man, I thought you wouldve learned your lesson
  Bout likin pictures, not returnin texts
  I guess its fine, man, I get the message
  You still stutter after certain questions
  You keep in contact with cеrtain exes
  Do you, though, trust me, nigga, its cool, though
  Said that you was workin, but you out hеre chasin culo
  And putas, chillin poolside, livin two lives
  I couldve did what you did to me to you a few times
  But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
  Fuck him, suck his dick, you wouldve been pissed
  But thats not my M.O., Im not that type of bitch
  And karma for you is gon be who you end up with
  You make me sick, nigga
  The only man, baby, I adore
  I gave you everything, whats mine is yours
  I want you to live your life of course
  But I hope you get what you dyin for
  Be careful with me, do you know what you doin?
  Whose feelings that youre hurtin and bruisin?
  You gon gain the whole world
  But is it worth the girl that youre losin?
  Be careful with me
  Yeah, its not a threat, its a warnin
  Be careful with me
  Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on i
  Be careful with me
  Man I can really talk some shit on this one pull the truths down I could take a shit on this one I feel like a baller set a pick on this one she won a fan she gonna take a pic on this one take a picture sitting on my dick hit the filters up to make sure that it’s fixed make it look big she gonna dance like an Irish jig hey I’m not a rabbit but these trix aren’t for little kids I’m a master rapper matter fact I’m probably with his torch and a bitch burning down tabernacle I get the last laugh I’m bombing like Baghdad if that bitch shallows my kids does that make me a bad dad I’m an ass slayer I’m an asshole with cash flow yo girl that fuck bashful she got her hands in the air listening to Beyoncé single ladies over hear that what I say early to the party then again I’m fashionably late after Molly running train on your bitch that’s a stylish ass trolley out do your spend a couple pound try me then I say a couple pound I’m in a couple of thousand money in my pocket could build a platinum fountain and if I pull up luck what security that’s my 40 cuz never in my life have I needed bouncers I’ve been so fuck this and so fuck that my talks up it says get the fuck back I feel like a crackhead hide and start I feel like a crack head hiding work hard spiting crack I got so much driving’s if I stopping you catching whiplash I hit the strip club through a couple bands on your bitch ass I was getting cash ever since I was a younging I feel like drake and future balling jump man jump man jump man pull up on me get to busting chopper on me with combustion my word is my weapon so it’s my I got that from the west end with a bad bitch she busts in and her best friend more open than a book she fucked my cousin I ain’t have to look ain’t talking boxing ain’t gotta throw a hook I freestyle crazy kinda like an open book that probably cuz when I was I probably reading books see now I’m smarter got my arm in the room I’m balling like Vince carter always ball like a starter aim at your head like a barber bombing hard Pearl Harbor try me if you wanna you get smoke like a back wood full of marijuana ain’t no weed getting saved around me that bitch fucks for free that shit a guarantee I’m in London I told her she not my cup of tea talking down 
  Care for me, care for me
  Always said that youd be there for me, there for me
  Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
  I was here before all of this
  Guess you actin out now, you got an audience
  Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, whats the coordinates?
  You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon be misfortunate, nigga
  Tell me, this lust got you this fucked up in the head
  You want some random bitch up in your bed?
  She dont even know your middle name, watch her cause she might steal your chain
  You dont want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
  Its blatant disrespect, you nothin like the nigga I met
  Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
  You even got me trippin, you got me lookin in the mirror different
  Thinkin Im flawed because you inconsistent
  Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
  Its gon hurt me to hate you, but lovin yous worse
  It all stops so abrupt, we started switchin it up
  Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
  Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
  Cause you dont care about a thing except your mothafuckin self
  You make me sick, nigga
  The only man, baby, I adore
  I gave you everything, whats mine is yours
  I want you to live your life of course
  But I hope you get what you dyin for
  Be careful with me, do you know what you doin?
  Whose feelings that youre hurtin and bruisin?
  You gon gain the whole world
  But is it worth the girl that youre losin?
  Be careful with me
  Yeah, its not a threat, its a warnin
  Be careful with me
  Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
  Be careful with me