Lyrics

[Intro] You see this game, it's a beautiful woman If you fuck with her, don't fall in love Because she ain't gon love you back I'm just trying to give you a jewel [Chorus: Traxx Sanders] While I was busy loving you You was down to most You not down to ride for me You just coastin' (Oooh) You don't give a damn about How bad you drive me crazy Baby, you don't You just coastin' [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I'm starting to think your love for me hasn't ever been true You only fuck with me when it benefits you Always put your own agenda ahead of the crew And since you always got the answers, I got a question or two What happened to "Let's separate from Shady And go independent crazy", that's a definite no maybes Got that release in black and white I thought that Slaughter had new life but it was Brenda's Got a Baby This music shit is small, we got mutual friends I hear everything you say and them rooms that you in From what I hear, it appears that we used to be friends And we ain't peers through the lense that you viewing me in You just coastin', I'm posing on twitter You chime in on a nigga, make the convo look bigger Or comment on a picture when I'm active on the 'gram Why you playing with the fans? Tell the truth, you ain't my man (Fam) [Chorus: Traxx Sanders] While I was busy loving you You was down to most You not down to ride for me You just coastin' (Oooh) You don't give a damn about How bad you drive me crazy Baby, you don't You just coastin' [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] Slaughterhouse is tatted on my body three times I'm screaming family for life, thought it would be mine I know the game is a bitch, thought she would be kind I'm moving forward after this, don't wanna rewind Joe, you was in Gardena, strip club in the hood My nigga working security, I paid him to keep you good You ain't even know it, but I did it and this is facts Stars titty bar, rest in peace Rock and my nigga Max I have bars for Fiasco dissing my buddy Nickle Now it's blood or trickle, walked in the booth with the bloody sickle Then it hit me, this won't make none of our money triple I got both hands on ballin', call it a double dribble Yeah, I thought about it, that narrative don't need to squad around it How can Lupe make us slaughterhousing? (Fuck that) Let's go and make a classic joint And we can shoot at whoever using the album as a vantage point I brought a deal to the table for seven figures, dawg (Facts) One album, easy shit to deliver y'all (Facts) Gave 'em 48 hours and even twitter saw But I ain't the nigga Joe would consider to give a call Didn't respect me enough to hit me for 30 seconds If we eliminate class, how can we learn the lesson? And Royce was off, so this is where I refer to Heaven 'Cause Slaughter died that day, I tossed the murder weapon Let's rap about it nigga [Chorus] While I was busy loving you You was down to most You not down to ride for me You just coastin' You don't give a damn about How bad you drive me crazy Baby, you don't You just coastin' [Outro] She seduced me with money and fame The ugly side of a beautiful game But I outgrew her And now, we don't have nothing in 'Common' I Used To Love Her