[Intro: Amy Whinehouse]
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to us
I love you much
You go back to her
And I go back to us

[Verse 1: Yxng Bane]
See, I know ninety-nine Mugmen, ninety-nine roadmen
Ninety-nine reasons why your girl ain’t no problem
I ball like Lamar, I know man can tell you I own them
I can even sleep well on my couch, my pillows are Hérmes
NFA for every case
I bought an M in a Louis V watch case
You can do it too, life has never been a race
I beat the stats, I beat the odds of where I’m from and my race
You think I give an F about what they’re sayin’, they’re sayin’ ‘bout me?
I put Fs all on my jacket and [?] for my niece
Don’t make me spell it out, now F is for Fendi-di-di