It's not Chipped, where not cracked, oh we're shattered

eh eh oh na na na na

I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church he was sneakin' with the deacon
Cat's away, well the mice will play
Lol smiley face, Have a nice a-day
Cause pop-pop-pop it goes my rubber band
So stop-stop-stop sa-niffin' that contraband
Cause you was penny pinchin'
My account's laced
Attention, about face

I thought we had something special, we had something good
But I should'n let another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by boy, don't you even speak
pretend you on a sofa, and I'm on MTV
Might see me on a poster, see me at the show
But you won't see me for free boy, this ain't no promo

No shame now,
Wherever you been laying, you can stay now
got to board the BBJ and put the shades down, I'm on the plane now
and don't keep calling from yo momma house
when I break, I break boy
Up out my face boy
Up out my face boy
Up out my face, I break
Up out my face boy
Up out my face boy
Up out my face, I break
You ain't never gonna feel this thing again
You gon' get a lot of calls, cause I CCed all your friends
I ain't walk around and won't being sad and collecting my bags

So look who's crying now, boo hooo hooo
Talking about you're missing your boooo
No you ain't getting it
No you ain't hitting it
No you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it
Ah ah ha ha ha ha

You wonder who I'm messing with when you ain't next to me
Ah ah ha ha ha ha
So paint....

No shame now....(refrein)

and no superglue can fix this (when I break)

not even a welder and a builder can rebuild this * (I break)

Not even a nailtechnician with a whole lot of gel and acrylics can fix this when I break

If we were two lego blocks, even the Harvard University graduating class of 2010, couldn't put us back together again

up out my face boy

Stylin' on 'em, big B's brought the Benz out
Elevator, press P for the Penthouse
Cop those then we break like tacos
Roscoe's on his knees with a snot nose
They be like she next, Kawasaki T-Rex
Give him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks
Oh, that's what he left
Let his momma pick it up
Might back up on it
Vroom vroom, with the pickup truck
That blue and yellow, yeah that's the Carmelo Jag
I bob and weave 'em, hit him with that Mayweather jab
I get the thumbs up like I'm hailin' a yellow cab
My flow nuts like M&M's in a yellow bag