[Intro]

(Ayy, pull up, Lam)

[Verse]

I'm so tired of you tellin' me that he sorry (Sorry)

Missin' my shows and meet and greets like I ain't an artist (Artists)

Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest (Honest)

They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest (Honest)

He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage (Garbage)

Now he at my shows, askin' for tickets like we partners

I'll check on my partner mom before I ever check on my followers

I fuck with a throat GOAT, but she graduated to a swallower

You know who you is, you know what you did

You know who you was, you know, dirty bitch

You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques

You know how you mad, you know I'm the shit

You ain't support me at all

How you say you my dog?

Told you, I lost it all

You ain't even come call

Watchin' story from a fake page and I seen 'em shoppin' at the mall

Told him I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all

Four pockets full, full of hundreds

Forty million cash from a label

I ain't fallin' out with my homies

Call 'em, tell 'em put it on the table

Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say I ain't able

Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass, got the bitch a craddle

I know what you did, so I hate you

I know what you did for the paper

Why you called the police on your man?

He on papers, you know they gon' take him

Put a four of Pai in my Crush

I ain't fuck online with my nuts

Wuk shoot, I rely on his guts

Benji boys, I know he gon' clutch

Trench baby, dirty little bastard

Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket

Why I pour a cup and I'm fastin'?

I just tucked the Drac' in my jacket

Industry puttin' me in beef

Why do that? I'm signed to the streets

Pull up on 'em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow)

Why the fuck I'm arguin' over beats?

Brodie pulled up in the statements

It's stolen 'cause he ain't even got the key

Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they was checkin' IDs

Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they gon' put it on me

Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD shit be scarin' me (Uh)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

This shit right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

This shit right here, no hook