The Shoe Fits lyrics

• Yeah
  Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a
  Harsh truth
  Very harsh truth
  Look

  To all the ladies wonderin' why
  Drake can't rap like that same old guy
  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
  I don't know how, yeah
  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
  I try to joke and I laugh
  But I just don't know how anymore, love
  I don't know how, yeah

  To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me
  Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter
  Can't get a tan from your phone light
  Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room
  Maybe you could stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved
  Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall
  What's your baby's shoe size? Could tell by the laces, they tight
  Aw, you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life
  And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's nigga
  Leave for a month to Colombia and now everything bigger
  Even your attitude is bigger, your appetite growing
  Your nigga is not even a starting QB
  That nigga on the field before the game, he just practicin' throwing
  What happened to sellin' real estate? Where all that shit was goin'?
  All your fuckin' captions lately talkin' 'bout happy and glowin'
  All of that snappin' and posin'
  Whole time, he jealous of your past, who the fuck was your last?
  Askin' questions 'bout niggas, and you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him
  Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse
  Lyin' through your teeth, scared of lettin' your skeletons loose
  But you stick around, 'cause who's out there that's better for you?
  Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose
  But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose
  Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced
  Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced, good Lord
  More weeks of recovery clinics, front like you love every minute
  You gettin' pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit
  Meanwhile, that nigga out in my city fuckin' on bitches
  If they even mention me and showin' me love, then it's finished
  Jealous-ass niggas
  Damn
  Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe
  Everything is paid, they don't need a man
  Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan
  You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand
  I'm never fuckin' you, so take that out your plans
  I'm good on all you niggas 'til a ring is on my hand
  Then I search your name, find you on the 'Gram
  Click the Linktree and see you suckin' dick on cam, what the fuck?

  Oh, hell no
  It can't be
  Not Mrs. Independent, dude
  Nah
  So, uh

  To all the ladies wonderin' why
  Drake can't rap like that same old guy
  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
  I don't know how, yeah
  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
  I try to joke and I laugh
  But I just don't know how anymore, love
  I just don't know how, yeah

  To all the ladies on my case with a look on they face
  Allow me to put these bums right back in they place
  For all the niggas who act twelve
  The fake gangsters with a MAC-12
  The ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve
  Baddies not the only ones worried 'bout strikin' a pose
  You orderin' one bottle to split between five of the bros
  All your boos think it's Halloween and they went ghost
  That's when you go Miami on the 'Gram and you rent boats
  And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like French toast
  You boys becomin' detectives, but ain't in no trench coats
  I would never guess that you niggas is this crazy
  She took dick in Ibiza, you turn into Dick Tracy
  You niggas so jaded
  Actin' Hulk tough, but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated
  She settled for an NBA star that's through playin'
  Instead, she got an NBA fan that's 2K-in'
  She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down
  She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down
  She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still
  You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down
  You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now
  To track when she ride 'round
  You know where she goin' before she there, it raise eyebrows
  You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes
  You niggas is out of line
  She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times
  You sold her a dream, talkin' that give you the world shit
  Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds and pearl shit
  I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girls trip
  She met a guy
  She met a guy that ain't just gettin' by, a better guy
  She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly
  You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts
  She like, "Shh, quiet, everybody, the game started
  My new boo hoopin' tonight and he said he play at the Garden
  He said if I ain't watching, then that nigga ain't startin'"
  She point to the guy that she talkin' 'bout and it's James Harden

  Damn, dog
  Lost your, lost your girl to The Sniper, huh?
  13, good God
  I feel for you, bro
  Look

  So, to all the ladies wonderin' why
  Drake can't rap like that same old guy
  It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
  I don't know how, yeah
  I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
  I try to joke and I laugh
  But I just don't know how anymore, love
  I don't know how

  That's real

• Who is the author of the song The Shoe Fits?
  The song The Shoe Fits was written by Drake.

• Who sings the song The Shoe Fits?
  The song The Shoe Fits is performed by Drake.