Fifth Story

[Part 1] [Verse 1: Common] They dated three years before they got married Lived next door to my homeboy Merry Right in South Shore where the bodies get buried Her family Jamaican, she nice with the curry Like Steph, she step back and splash spices Kit Kats and cakes was her vices Vanilla icing with the strawberry She was lactose so she rarely ate dairy Her husband named Terry, knew where to get the good cake Vegan, black-owned for the hood's sake Today was one of them days, she couldn’t wait And she got off work a lil' late Shortcake, after a long day, the smell of perfume in the hallway Terry open the door like, "What up, bae?" Nigga actin' like it’s just another day She dropped her bags, quickly kissed him She was on a mission, went straight to the kitchen Looked at the cake and noticed it was different Thinkin' to herself, "Why this nigga get this one?" Opened the box there was two pieces missin' Is it just suspicion or a woman's intuition? Terry moved positions to give her a hug Right then, she noticed lipstick on the mug [Pre-Chorus: Leikeli47] Damn, this muhfuh- Supposed to be the nigga that loved ya If he did this, that's fucked up You know we gon' lie like Russia Now I gotta spy, asked a few things and he did reply Tryna see truth lookin' deep in his eye I'ma need proof or he gon’ deny Pissed thinkin’ 'bout a bitch feedin’ this guy [Chorus: Leikeli47] It's crazy, I was thinkin' you were my baby Wasn't looking both ways, you played me Now you running away from blamin’, so crazy You gon' make me wanna go and get real again You gon' make me have to go and get real again You were driving me crazy and now I'm feelin' it So don't speak I don't wanna hear your synonyms [Verse 2: Common] She like, "Damn, damn" like Kendrick from Compton Wonderin' if her man on some Tristan Thompson Is it reality or in her conscious? That's wild if they did it in they apartment The nerve of this nigga She gon' have to swerve on this nigga Put the clothes on the curb of this nigga He even changed the shirt, 'cause this nigga Must be into something Whole house clean, could tell he was frontin' She went to the back, the trash, he had dumped 'em The bedroom, the bathroom, trash, he had dumped 'em Usually 'round the crib he don't ever do nothin' Huntin' and sniffin' around for what's relevant Might get to sniffin' his nuts like a elephant Some niggas is anti-intelligent That bullshit, he kept on selling it Like a traphouse His story was the neighbor got locked out and had to come over Birth of a salesman, he almost sold her 'Til she saw strands of blue hair on the shoulder Sittin', cussin' on the couch at her spot Saw "Love & Hip Hop" was recently watched Something that he wouldn't watch She thinkin', "Terry, you shoulda kept ya dick in a box" [Pre-Chorus: Leikeli47] Damn, this muhfuh- Supposed to be the nigga that loved ya If he did this, that's fucked up You know we gon' lie like Russia Now I gotta spy, asked a few things and he did reply Tryna see truth lookin' deep in his eye I'ma need proof or he gon' deny Pissed thinkin' 'bout a bitch feedin' this guy [Chorus: Leikeli47] It's crazy, I was thinkin' you were my baby Wasn't looking both ways, you played me Now you running away from blamin', so crazy You gon' make me wanna go and get real again You gon' make me have to go and get real again You were driving me crazy and now I'm feelin' it So don't speak I don't wanna hear your synonyms [Verse 3: Common] When she stressed out, she start eatin' Went to the kitchen for that cake she was tweakin' He gave reasons, now she believin' He care too much to be out here cheatin' Like she freezin', his arms wrapped around her From wild wild, to a calm that's around her Terry thinkin' he gon' put her on that counter She like quiet, he gon' make her get louder She found a knife for the cake to start cuttin' Terry said "Stop", all of a sudden "Baby, I must've been on one This got dairy in it, I got the wrong one" The phone rung, it was the bakery he got the cake from To make her feel good, he put it on speaker So she wouldn't be insecure like Issa The clerk said, "Mr. Terry, yo, you left your VISA And it was really real good to meet your wife Her blue hair was fresh, her perfume was nice" Things got ice, ice He about to feel that spice, spice She remember goin' up flights smellin' perfume And seein' blue hair in the bathroom As Terry mumbled, tellin' his story She pushed him out the window of the fifth story [Part 2] [Instrumental]