[Chorus: Pacman da Gunman]
Questioned you about some shit then you lied about it
Did to you what you did to me you cried about it
Double standards getting hectic on this one way street
Double standards getting hectic on this one way street
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge ain’t no malice there

[Verse 1: Pacman da Gunman]
Blew me up a week straight you ain’t get no answer
Think it’s time to make a change gotta kill the cancer
Politicking on my business
Accusing me of bitches
Ask yourself how the fuck you get in this position
Nagging me about some hoes I ain’t never met
Nagging me about some text you ain’t never read
I’m to busy for this shit you bring to my attention
How the fuck we suppose to grow with all that shit you mention
Conversation always got some other bitches in it
I believe your intentions got some malice in it
Truth be told ive been tired it’s to late to cry
Like Yolanda before you text back don’t even try
Reminiscing how it use to be on late nights
Drunk as fuck up pulling up to get your mind right
Send a n*** I’m attached around 2 am
Gon block yo line I’m on my side shit like let’s fuck again

[Chorus: Pacman da Gunman]
Questioned you about some shit then you lied about it
Did to you what you did to me you cried about it
Double standards getting hectic on this one way street
Double standards getting hectic on this one way street
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
If you judge by my intentions you can see
I’m just trynna get this money but they hate you when you me
If you judge by my intentions you can tell I was born inside of hell
I ain’t scared to go to jail

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
You know I’m trynna get this money you ain’t gotta call me trippin
Actin toxic you get mad when I don’t text back for a minute
Cause you know Im trying to stack it up
When I get home, I bag it up
Girl, ima thug im sorry I been acting up
But don’t you start that acting up
I won’t tell you
And girl you know you bad as fuck
Hit the trap & bag it up
If i tell you that we leaving
Is you gon’ be with me dippin
Without knowing where we going
Or my intentions
And when it come to my attention
Girl you know I can’t short
I ain’t have no silver spoon
And I ain’t have no silver fork
They lie on me girl
Out of everybody
And since I’m trying to live
I keep some shots for everybody
[Chorus: Pacman da Gunman]
Questioned you about some shit then you lied about it
Did to you what you did to me you cried about it
Double standards getting hectic on this one way street
Double standards getting hectic on this one way street
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge my intentions ain’t no malice there
Down to judge ain’t no malice there