Dear Ungrateful Asshole,
Remember back then when you were nickel and diming?
I was cooking meals, making sure you weren’t starving
I was cool with the lack of wining and dining
I was your support system – understood you were grinding
I worked on my credit so we can have something to rely on
In case your career didn’t pop off, but I knew it’d pop off
Your determination and my motivation were nothing short of perfection
Made sure to give you pep talks when it seemed you would let up.
I said, Baby shit is hard now but it’ll get better
Soon enough we’ll change the weather
When we locked eyes, it was visible chemistry
And when our bodies became one, we had relentless energy
I gave you good loving, kept a happy home
The way I grinded on your manhood to the beat of your drum
In each thrust there was perfection
Early explosion you couldn’t avoid (2 minutes to be exact)
The way I looked back with a possessed look to assure you were hitting the spot
And when I whined on it like a Jamaican – making it pop
The “I love you” sounded so real mixed with the moaning
So I kept riding you like I would a pony
When you were tired I massaged you and pleasured you to sleep
You were King, I was you queen, til’ you let peasants in between
AND THAT’S WHEN YOU GOT HOLLYWOOD!
Your name started ringing bells, now everybody wanted you
Same dudes that closed their doors on you all of a sudden came knocking
The groupies lined up and claimed to be your biggest fans
Motherfucker so stupid, you let them cross the line
Shit got fussy for you like Hova and you didn’t remember me
You didn’t know I was plain ol’ sick of this
The Flashy life had you confused and STILL, I was good to you
I mean I made you, why would I play you?
See, most of his songs were about me and every theme had a reference to we
He explained each line and every emotion it accompanied
I was the protagonist of his stories, shit made me feel full of me!
Til’ I met them other broads and they played the same songs
He gave them the same explanations and like me, they were sure
Sure it was about them and I thought it was about WE
Damn, what a con-artist this nigga could be
Now I can’t get these stupid songs out of my head
Now that I hear them carefully, they don’t even make sense
Let me ask you though, when you were down and out,
Who was your biggest supporter?
I tell you this much, it WASN’T your mother
You don’t remember huh?
But when you recover from amnesia don’t come back como si nah!
No somos locos no, ain’t nobody got time for that!
Too late for change, shit ain’t the same.
You could’ve had the hottest chick in the game wearing your chain
Now, I barely get a text saying Hi Miss B, how you doing?
I see how you living Dawg, you let a little fame ruin you.
But you don’t deserve fame, you’re a SELLOUT!
Have a seat with the rest of them; your career is on TIME OUT!
You won’t win a Grammy, you won’t even be a nominee cause
You don’t appreciate greatness and greatness is ME!
Behind every successful man is a woman like me
And the same way I made you popping, I can do that for him, him and him
“I’m sorry Mami.” Oh, ahora Degraciao?
Take your cheap ass apology and make it a rhyme
And again I’ll be your muse, the reason you shine
So let’s just leave it in the past
Leave it alone before this turns into an episode of murder she wrote.
And I know I’m coming off somewhat bitter but I promise you
I’m a grown ass woman, I ain’t gonna trash you on Twitter
See, I sincerely wish you the best,
A very well deserved 2 minutes of fame
Nothing more, nothing less
I sign off,
Your biggest regret!