Accept the fact She’s gone and not coming back So while you sad Go write another track I stay in black Waiting for you to attack Just so when you snap They can sit and call you a boo hoo brat That’s where i’m at, due to your actions Man I just think bout the words of our sis “Never trust a hoe” She told me this I was in sixth “And get ya money up instead of tryna please A bitch” But we ain’t listen Instead, we made it our graveyard mission Take her broken heart, and we make it glisten Didn’t know at the time the feels were slipping I remember when you thought that a nigga was tripping But In the end Talk is money, they won’t spend Bestfriends ain’t ya friends She’ll leave you alone again Like everyone else did