Intro] (Spoken)
Hold up… hold up…
Y’all got me fucked up.
Keep my name out your mother fuckin mouth if you ain’t put food on my table.
All that sneak dissin’, pillow talkin’, fake-ass love shit…
Miss me with that shit.
(Beat drops)
Yeah…
I don’t chase people… I replace ‘em.
Ain’t no pressure over here—bitch, I’m the pressure.
If I cut you off, don’t ask why.
Ask your mother fuckin self what made me finally stop.
Now run that.
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[Verse 1]
I cut ‘em off, no scissors, just pressure.
You switched up? Cool… I wish you the best, bitch.
Ain’t got no love left, my heart got a key—
Locked in a drawer, can’t nobody touch it.
I done cried enough, now I’m back on my petty shit.
Ain’t kissin’ no ass, ain’t beggin’ nobody.
If I gotta eat, I’ma get it regardless.
You can keep the fake, I don’t need you.
They love when you broke.
Hate when you poppin’.
Smile in your face.
Behind your back they watchin’.
I peeped the game.
Now I’m playin’ to win.
Don’t call me family
If you ain’t been in the trenches.
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[Chorus]
Stand on that…
Everything you said, better stand on that.
Talked behind my back? Better stand on that.
Ran your damn mouth? Better stand on that.
‘Cause I ain’t double back.
I don’t spin the block.
Door locked.
Time’s up.
Bitch, you missed your shot.
Stand on that…
I’m too solid to fold.
Too real to fake.
Too cold to break.
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[Verse 2]
Everybody got advice when they ain’t payin’ shit.
Everybody act gangsta till life start hittin’.
Funny how they switched when they thought I was finished.
Now they all in my face like they wasn’t the villains.
Nah… keep that fake shit over there.
My energy priceless, I ain’t got none to spare.
I built these walls brick by brick.
If you ain’t bringin’ peace, you can’t come near.
I quit beggin’ people to see what I bring.
Now I let my silence say every damn thing.
You was countin’ me out, I was stackin’ these wins.
Now you wanna come around? Hell nah, not again.
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[Bridge]
I ain’t angry…
I’m awakened.
Every lesson…
I embraced it.
Cross me once…
You outdated.
Now my circle…
Hand-selected.
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[Final Chorus]
Stand on that…
Say it with your chest.
If you meant what you said, don’t be sendin’ no text.
Stand on that…
I’m already gone.
Built a whole new lane.
Now I’m sittin’ on a throne.
Stand on that…
Ain’t no switchin’ sides.
You picked yours.
Now live with it.
I’m too busy winnin’ to remember who quit.
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[Outro] (Beat strips down)
Yeah…
You picked a side…
Stand on that, bitch.
You crossed that line…
Stand on that, bitch.
No explanations.
No second chances.
Fuck fake love.
I’m the pressure.
Stand on that.
Mrs2fine87
