You used to be the person that I yearned to be in contact with But now you’re just a number on my contact list Played me, pulling strings like a ventriloquist On some clown shit, funny thing, yeah I thought we were IT Said I was the one, kanti I’m number two Said we were the shit, kanti I was manure Thought I nailed it But you still went on your pedi Got me feeling petty Left me for that nigga with some petty Now you see that change Outchea claiming that you changed Well I don’t give a dime I mean I got myself a dime Someone that’s “synom” to Saddam Thought you’d be my misses but you missed the isle That was a play on missile Thank God you bombed out ‘Cause now I got mine While you outchea busy claiming that I You’re the one for me Nah, nah, yahlanwa...