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[Intro – soft, emotional, airy vocals]
(Hummed melody, layered)
Mmm… yeah…
Ohh-ohh…
(“dismiss you…” echoed in background)

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[Chorus – main melody + layered harmonies]
(Lead + high harmony + low hum underneath)
Money is not the issue… shorty it’s you
(Issuuue… youuu…)
I don’t mean to be rude… but I gotta dismiss you
(Dismiss you… you…)

I gotta let you blow like a tissue…
Nah, I won’t miss you…
(pause, stripped beat)
R. Kelly piss on you…
(echo trails: “on you… on you…”)

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[Post-Chorus – emotional hook, stretched vocals]
(More melodic, almost sung like pain)
I tried… I tried…
But you keep crossing lines…
Now I… gotta let you go…
Even though it hurt my soul…

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[Verse 1 – melodic rap / sing-rap flow]
Shorty, you gotta respect it and let it be
For the greater good of us, like the money we trust, you see
All them bitches we fucked, it was all just lust
Not a bit of love lost… but I still adored you, ma

(Background vocal: “I adored you…”)

We grown now, no more games, no Peter Gunz
I was Peter Pan in the kitchen with them grams, chasing funds
On the other hand… I loved your mama and your auntie
Even your grandma… yeah, she always understood me

(Harmony rises here)
Understand now… I can’t do this, can’t afford this
Too much pressure on my chest, too much pain I’m storing

Shorty, you a headache, I gotta let you go
Gotta let you know… you was my down chick though

(Beat drops softer here)
Now I gotta cut ties… like a side chick on the low
Ain’t no turning back… yeah it’s time to let it go…

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[Chorus – bigger, fuller harmonies]
Money is not the issue… shorty it’s you
(Issuuue… youuu…)
I don’t mean to be rude… but I gotta dismiss you

I gotta let you blow like a tissue…
Nah, I won’t miss you…
R. Kelly piss on you…
(layered choir-style echo builds)

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[Bridge – emotional peak, stripped instrumental → build]
(Soft at first, then builds)
You was my ride… my backbone
Now I feel better on my own…

(Layered harmonies stack here)
Had love… but it went wrong
Now I’m healing… moving on…

(Background chant: “move on… move on…”)

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[Final Chorus – highest energy, full vocal stack]
Money is not the issue… shorty it’s you
I don’t mean to be rude… but I gotta dismiss you

I gotta let you blow like a tissue…
Nah, I won’t miss you…
(beat pauses)
Yeah… I had to dismiss you…

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[Outro – fading harmonies]
(Soft hums + echoes)
Ohh… yeah…
Dismiss you…
(I won’t miss you…)

rap, trap, hip hop