Score - Rayven Justice

Don’t keep score with me\nWhy you keeping score with me?\nAnd why you been ignoring me?\nI ain’t really with all that tit-for-tat shit\nIf you cross me, baby, ain’t no coming back\nWhy you keeping score with me? Keep score\nDon’t gotta go to war with me no more\nI ain’t really with all that tit-for-tat shit\nIf you cross me, baby, ain’t no coming back\nWhat you mad at me for?\nWhy you got all my calls on the porch?\nWhy you tripping off my past?\nI ain’t trip off yours\nYou been acting real frost\nI don’t need you at all\nBut you out here being nasty with it\nActing like I can’t replace you, you tripping\nHad to kick you to the curb 'cause you was torture\nI don’t need you starve at me no more\nI don’t need none your problems, crazy, all that\nYeah, I’m really 'bout a bag, baby, all caps\nReal last nigga have it, all cap\nI’ma spend a whole bag at the mall, yeah\nTell me why you wanna see a nigga fall?\nI don’t need need that bad energy at all\nDon’t keep score with me\nWhy you keeping score with me?\nAnd why you been ignoring me?\nI ain’t really with all that tit-for-tat shit\nIf you cross me, baby, ain’t no coming back\nWhy you keeping score with me? Keep score\nDon’t gotta go to war with me no more\nI ain’t really with all that tit-for-tat shit\nIf you cross me, baby, ain’t no coming back\nAy, is you down to roll, with me though\nWhat it take? Yeah, you could just let me know\nAy, I’m balling out, on a roll, yeah I’m up\nMoney breed like dominoes\nNo turning, I’m yearning\nBe certain, double R\nBe realistic, too much distance, quit tripping\nGot your fix on the way\nWhat you packing up your bags, what you leaving for? Ay\nStay going through my phone, what you triggered for? Ay\nI ain’t worry about these hoes, I’ma keep ignoring, ay\n'Cause you’re petty with my petty while we keeping score\nDon’t keep score with me\nWhy you keeping score with me?\nAnd why you been ignoring me?\nI ain’t really with all that tit-for-tat shit\nIf you cross me, baby, ain’t no coming back\nWhy you keeping score with me? Keep score\nDon’t gotta go to war with me no more\nI ain’t really with all that tit-for-tat shit\nIf you cross me, baby, ain’t no coming back