[Act II]
Shorty outta Howard U
I’m like ay, how are you?
Name is Ali, what you tryna get into?
I was finna leave til I saw I saw you coming thru
Shit, I know you got the good Power U, wassup
And you know she got the good leather Louie clutch
Custom stitch;
Crème colored run star chucks
A work of art, baby do not touch
Could hear my heart on a thump
From the jump when she walked on up

Third floor, but we’ll treat it like the penthouse, ladyyy
respect ya agency, this ain’t in-house ladyyy
Shit I’d hate to see
Just to keep it G
If we never test the frequency
I’d be sick out baby

Checkitout checkitout

So I’ll be in and out, baby

[Act I]
Back when I ain’t know the Loop from my shoe laces
My friends put me on a app, see some new faces
So I could e-rase this
Portrait of a woman from my mind
Who I thought about all the time

See in the O, I was too well-known and too anxious
To be on a website flirting with strangers
I’d rather be the nice guy with clean reputation
Some niggas roll the dice sharing they all information

But not me
I was busy stressing, sweating over who I ought be
What does it take to be Shawn, Lauryn or Aubrey?
Something gotta give, it’s ailing me softly
Outta thoughts, outta time, the door is revolving
And I’m evolving

What good is it to rhyme and be giving up all my prime?
I took my pride put it all behind
And put my heart out front
Open up for once
~uh~
Met somebody, we was tight for months
Short hair, brown skinned, like ta light the dutch…
I wrote her letters, blowing cheddar; might wife her up
Then I found out that her ex still getting to touch
Shit was far too much
~
Checkitout checkitout

So I’ll be in and out, baby

[Act III]
So let me explain:
Used to have a heart, now an ice-box re-main
If we had a spark, then I’ll douse out the flame
I done changed, look at the range
Both player and a coach in control of the game

See, that's power
If I got it then I feel protected
Didn’t realize the insecurities projected…
On innocent women ‘cause one did me sorta reckless
Reacting with my ego, I overcorrected

Call up my grandma for perspective and more mindfulness
…what can I learn from this?
Gotta admit, I was surprised at the turn of events:
She heard the story and said boy every-thing is a risk

Every-thing has potential to turn into shit
You gon be holding hurt cause you don’t like how somethin went?
You gon be half-stepping cause you afraid to commit?
What you give is what you get, so what you leaving with?

That shit was crazy, right?

I laid at night tripping, spinning
Brain swimming
Reflecting on my interactions with women
~
It represents a deeper fear that’s been hidden
So Ima treat June 2nd like a second beginning
And that’s power