Real Sh*t!

You can't bully me into love,

Attacking me is what's made of--

Control.

You're outta control and maybe I bring stability.

A sense of comfort, your security.

Or is it an infatuation with false tranquility?

You speak kind words to me,

Yet you throw harsh bullets at me.

Sadistically, selfishly all you wanna do is fuck me.

You can't even be honest with me.

It was never "lemme get to know you"-- a childish curiosity.

I peeped your game and now that I'm aware,

My threats of sudden silence got you in a scare.

My sensitivity is rare-- I am okay with myself as is but you don't care.

You built your confidence off unhealthy trauma.

Go heal because I ain't ya mama!

I'm also not here for the drama.

Literally just want those commas.

My team is consistent, safe, and trusted.

Why be mad when you allowed your own damn self to get dusted?

Let bygones be bygones and find another bitch with time.

Mine will cost you over 30 thousand dimes!

Right when you get disrespectful, you crossed a line.

One I haven't even tried you on.

A red flag, my dismissal--a sign!

You complain of no genuine love but c'mon...

I gave you that but because of my freedom,

You want to control my matriarchy kingdom.

And ion like that!