Cardi B: "Man of Your Word"

Part of Cardi B's gift is an ability to look closely at her own character:

Last time you fucked up, said I was done
Fucked up again, I took you back, shit, I was dumb
I held back for you, was really biting my tongue
Should've fell back from you, instead, I gave you a son
I don't regret it, it's a blessin', just know I learned my lesson
So stop with all that calling me and textin'
All the times you say you was locked in
Late-night sessions, only thing that need to drop is your confessions
***ga, I believed you, don't know if I'm mad at me or you
Once upon a time, I thought I needed you
Even though I'm up, I always treat you like we even, dude
See what special treatment do? Huh, I could've cheated too

While anatomizing her marriage, Cardi B recognizes that she herself has been dumb. As her spouse misbehaves, Cardi B rewards bad moves "with a son." Cardi B is aware that she is better at her job, but she meekly hides the evidence. "Even though I'm up, I always treat you like we even, dude." This self-abnegation achieves nothing. All the wasted time! "Huh, *I* could've cheated, too."

Another nice twist in Cardi B's writing is the sense of humor. "The only that need to drop is your confessions." "There's skeletons in my closet, too--it's not just bags."

Delightful.

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