try to put a little dirt.on my record I never let em...

[Intro]
Funny how the truth always crawls out slow as hell,
No matter how deep she tries to bury it.
Three days of silence…
Three days of lying…
Three days of actin’ like she ain’t get drilled by another man.
But the universe don’t let bullshit breathe for long.

[Verse 1]
Took her three days to tell me ’bout the guy she was fuckin,
Three days of “baby I love you,” but damn she was bluffin.
Three days of kissin’ me like nothin’ was disruptin,
Whole time she had another man’s hands where mine was touchin.
She played innocent, actin’ like she was loyal and pure,
But her actions screamin’ louder than her voice ever could for sure.
Promisin’ me honesty but couldn’t walk through that door,
She a hoe in disguise, that’s the truth I ignore no more.
She tried to hide the shame behind some fake-ass tears,
Talkin’ “I didn’t mean it” like that shit gon’ erase my fears.
You don’t trip and fall onto a dick, girl, be clear,
You chose betrayal, chose lies, chose pain over what we built here.
Her story didn’t match her timeline, somethin’ felt off,
My intuition barkin’ loud like a gun ready to pop off.
Three days later she cracked, voice low, tone soft,
That’s when I knew the love we had already been tossed.

[Chorus]
Took her three days to tell me ’bout the guy she was fuckin,
Three days of actin’ faithful, three days of frontin.
Don’t talk independence when your morals mean nothin,
A queen don’t lie, she just proved she was bluffin.
Took her three days to tell me ’bout the guy she was fuckin,
Three days of fake hugs, three days of empty lovin.
Three days of my heart beatin’ for someone corruptin,
Now I’m free, no more trust in a woman so self-destructin.

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she said she “needed space,” I should’ve heard the code,
Space is slang for “let me hop on another bro.”
I gave her loyalty, time, love, the whole damn load,
She paid me back with betrayal like that’s the only language she know.
The way she swung her stories like they holy scripture,
But the lies paint a clearer, sharper, dirtier picture.
Every night while I thought I missed her,
She was gettin’ filled up like a cup of cheap liquor.
Then she came back cryin’ talkin’ “baby, I’m sorry,”
But her actions tell a tale far darker than any story.
You can’t cheat on a king and expect glory,
You lost the crown the moment you dipped for temporary ecstasy.
She thought I’d break, thought I'd fall apart cryin’,
But betrayal forges steel, that’s the truth I’m defyin’.
She thought I'd beg for her back, bitch keep tryin’,
I’m built from the kind of pain you can’t kill, I’m survivin'.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
I ain’t angry, I’m awake.
I ain’t broken, I’m reshaped.
It’s wild how betrayal shows who’s real, who’s fake,
She taught me how deep deception can snake.
You think you hurt me? Nah, you handed me clarity,
Your lies turned my soul into a masterpiece of rarity.
I don’t chase hoes, I chase my own prosperity,
You were just a lesson, not a loss, that’s my new mentality.

[Verse 3]
Now she mad I ain’t cryin’, mad I moved on clean,
Mad her little “secret” didn’t tear apart my dream.
Mad I ain’t beg, ain’t plead, ain’t fall to the extreme,
That’s because kings don’t crumble, they build a whole new regime.
She exposed her heart: cheap, plastic, imitation,
No loyalty, no depth, no self-foundation.
Everything she was, a walking complication,
A hoe with no purpose tryna fake dedication.
So here’s my closure, short, brutal, and raw:
Thanks for showin’ me your truth and the rot in your core.
You thought you killed me? Bitch, I’m stronger than before,
And the next man can have you, you were never worth war.

[Outro]
Three days…
That’s all it took for the whole illusion to crumble.
Three days for the truth to spill out your mouth.
Three days for me to realize
You were never the woman I believed in.
But I ain’t mad,
’Cause the trash always takes itself out.

Took Her Three Days To Tell Me

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Xtreme Negligence

Ransom - Xtreme Negligence (feat. Stack Bundles)

In honor of the late, great Stack Bundles‘ birthday today, we’re proud to present an unreleased track of his: “Fuck You Want Me To Do?” The song, loaded with Stack’s brand of lyricism and Far Rockaway wit, is the first in a line of upcoming unreleased music, as we’re honored to finally announce his debut album “RockStar” is in the works and will be released in 2017. This time, the deal is done and it’s coming.

To his fans worldwide, we apologize for the wait, but trust and believe the album he always wanted to make is in motion as we speak. More details on the way soon. RIP Rayquon “Stack Bundles” Elliott, we love you. Happy Birthday.

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What U Want Me To Do

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Stack Bundles - Dirt On A Record

On June 11, 2007 the hip-hop world lost one of its rising stars in Rayquon Elliott. Better known as Stack Bundles, the New York rapper was making his mark on the game when his dream of rap stardom was cut short at the young age of 24. On that fateful day, Stack was shot once in the head and once in the neck as he returned to his Beach Channel Drive home in Far Rockaway Queens.

Stack rose to fame in 2005 thanks to his mixtape work with DJ Clue, which includes Rap Makeover Vol. 1 and Biddin’ War, just to name a few. That eventually caught the attention of Jim Jones, who signed the rap rookie to his Byrd Gang crew in 2006. Also heading up his own team, The Riot Squad, what made Bundles an endearing figure was his passion for hip-hop and appreciation for his fans.

Possessing a sick flow and style, Stack dropped memorable verses on records like Joe Budden’s  “6 Minutes Of Death ” and Jim Jones’ “Weather Man ,” as well as underground gems like “Remember My Name ,” “Temper Temper ,” “Victory Lap ” and a standout Hot 97 freestyle  with DJ Funk Master Flex. Constantly showing and proving, he had the talent to be a force in the industry, but sadly his wings were clipped before he could  fully take flight.  (Biography Credit: XXL)

R.I.P. Rayquon “Stack Bundles” Elliott: October 21, 1982 – June, 11 2007 

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