If you were in a pine box, box
I would shovel dirt on top, top
I´d play this record on repeat, ´peat
You always been a bitch to me
If you was in a pine box, box

I would still be in my spot, spot
For you to make it to the peak, peak
It´d have to be the death of me, the death of me

Lookin´ in the mirror, still embarrassed
Stop talkin´ how you gon´ spare us
React like an infant whenever I am mentioned
It´s like you need tension to always get attention
You always said how you wanna bury me alive
Jealousy disguised as yo´ muhfuckin´ pride
Took you on your first tour with us, tryna catch a vibe
I was headline, you was standin´ on the side
Brought you and that other hoe along for the ride
First time people lined up for your ass
Now you sayin´ two pussy boys gettin´ outta line
You been hatin´ hard for a very long time

It feel like Twitter ghostwritin´ your reply
Streets out here talkin´ like, "At least a nigga tried"
It´s how you felt in 2011, why we wastin´ time?
Dreams come true, crodie, this is where you die