You

The Devil sending mail through
Should've known it would've been you
Postcard with a broke heart
Broke a piece off, chuck the peace up
I'm out like the lease up
Gotta ease up
I'm in Iziba with my feet up
Blue water past the gate
Gold on my front tooth looking like I'd front you
She was halfway fuckin' with me just incase
I had to dead that
I just put the yellow tape up
Got sharp shooters cuttin' like a razor
Bright red lights, Scott Summers with the lazer
This ain't real life, alpha feelin' like a beta
Had to move around
Why you feel like I would wait up
Truth is like a skillet, you just had to flip it
Moving like a opp
Had the nerve to call me different
And still kept calling
Pick up where we left off, still kept falling
You deserve awards, you deserve a medal
Oscar like the Grouch
You were trash, I was treasure
The Devil sending mail through
Should've known it would've been you
Postcard with a broke heart
Broke a piece off, chuck the peace up
I'm out like the lease up