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I thought a man's supposed to have a heart of his own
But every time she snaps her fingers you come running home
What happened to your vertebra I heard a story yesterday
They said you're wearing matching clothes and looking real gay
Identity theft my man what's next
And you ain't even getting sex a rest haven until the last breath
She wears the pants and leads the dance
It's time to cut the strings you're buying her rings
And you ain't even got enough to pay the rent
All man, she holds your money like a rubber band
If it was love I'd understand
But she's using you man I guess you can't see the plan
She's trying to get rich and not do shit
But manipulate and by the time you realize it's gonna be too late
She gives commands and you sitting there doing it
I guess you're just a puppet, and she's the ventriloquist

He's a puppet, in private and public
Swinging on a string it ain't thing because he love it
He's a puppet and don't think nothing of it
Swinging on a string controlled by what's above it

You started in the basement grinding it out
Spent all your time writing rhymes and never came out the house
Dreamed of big things cars and big rings
Planes with big wings gonna party no doubt
You was real and had the love of the streets
But the streets wasn't enough they made you change your beats
Change your clothes change your rhymes
Now it's too late to even change your mind
They got you throwing gang signs like you're straight out the hood
Had it cracking for a week and now you're played out for good
Singing on all your cuts now you're doing romances
Flaunting money, looking funny doing dances
And that would be cool if it came from your heart
But you're scrambling like a sucker rearranging your art
You started off right there was a time when they was loving it
Can't make your own words can't make your own moves