[Intro — conversational, almost speaking | instrumental left open] Yeah… It’s funny. ‘Cause I don’t even hate none of y’all. I probably should, but… Nah. Look— [Verse 1 — conversational melodic rap | relaxed pocket | occasional short pauses] Thank you for the good nights, bad mornings, Long talks, short notice, fake warnings. You said you had my back— I believed you. That’s probably the part I hate admitting. ‘Cause I would’ve went to war about your name, Meanwhile you was in rooms getting comfortable with mine. That’s crazy. But… alright. I gave you access, you gave me lessons, Guess some blessings come disguised as bad decisions. Had my number when nobody had my number, Now the number getting bigger and you wondering why I don’t answer. See… That’s what I mean. You knew me before anybody knew the name, Now you tell that story like you somehow made the name. We went from “that’s my brother” to avoiding conversation, Guess loyalty got terms and conditions— I ain’t read the information. And I ain’t saying every moment wasn’t real, We had nights I still remember, that’s just how I really feel. I can give you that. But don’t confuse me being grateful with me wanting you back around. That’s two different things. So thank you for the laughs, thank you for the view, Thank you for showing me exactly what not to do. We had some great times… For real. Still— Fuck you. [Hook — melodic | smooth stacked backing vocals] Thank you for the nights that I can’t get back, Thank you for showing me exactly where you’re at. Thank you for the love, even if it wasn’t true, I can miss what we had and still say fuck you. And I mean that… Both parts. Hope life’s treating you good, Just don’t come looking for a new start. [Verse 2 — intimate conversational delivery | slightly more melodic] And to my exes… Yeah. Where do I even start? You had me thinking love was supposed to be exhausting, Every little disagreement turned into an auction. Who can care less? Who can leave first? Who can say the meanest shit and somehow make the other person feel worse? We were talented at that. I’ll give us that. You said forever— Forever had a short run. You wanted space, I gave you plenty… Now you want some. That’s funny. Used to call you baby, Now your number ain’t saved. Used to lose sleep wondering if you would change. Then you changed… Just not how I meant it. But I can’t rewrite history because the ending got messy. There were mornings you were beautiful, Nights you really got me. Times I would’ve chosen you with everybody watching— And times you had me looking stupid for even thinking you would choose me. See, that’s the part… That’s the part people leave out. You said I changed— Damn right. That’s growth. You miss the old me? Yeah… We don’t talk. He was way too forgiving, Way too willing, Way too good at seeing potential instead of seeing what was actually happening. So thank you for the memories, I genuinely mean it. Thank you for the heartbreak, I genuinely needed it. You made me better. Just couldn’t be better with you. That’s unfortunate. Anyway… Fuck you. [Hook — melodic | fuller harmonies] Thank you for the nights that I can’t get back, Thank you for showing me exactly where you’re at. Thank you for the love, even if it wasn’t true, I can miss what we had and still say fuck you. Thank you for the highs, Thank you for the lows, Thank you for reminding me when it’s really time to go. No hard feelings… Well— Maybe a couple. [Verse 3 — confident conversational rap | denser wordplay] Fake friends still keeping tabs, That’s dedication. Watching everything I do without communication. You switched teams— Free agency. Tried coming back— No vacancies. And I know you probably tell ‘em I’m the problem now. That’s cool. Everybody need a version where they don’t look foul. I stopped defending myself to people committed to misunderstanding me. Saved a lot of time. You wanted a reaction, I gave you distance. You wanted explanations, I gave you absence. That’s growth too. Had me carrying friendships by myself, That’s baggage. Now they saying, “We go way back,” when they see me doing damage. Nah. We went way back. Past tense. Don’t add yourself to my present because you remember my past tense. And I don’t hate you. Hate takes maintenance. I got shit to do. I don’t chase closure either, That’s overdue business. If it ended, it ended. I’m not opening old doors just because nostalgia got you in your feelings. But here’s the thing— I remember the birthdays. I remember the rides. I remember being broke together, laughing the whole night. I remember who I loved. I remember who I trusted. So I won’t pretend it was all bad just because eventually it wasn’t. That’s childish. We had good years. That’s the truth. You just don’t get access to the person those years produced. So… Thank you. Seriously. For everything. [brief pause] And fuck you. Seriously. For everything. [Outr
