Always kept it real
Still couldn't trust
Maybe you don't deserve my love
Bitchin' 'bout this and that
All them hoes was in the past
Been told you that
Stop looking back
It'll trip you up
It'll keep you up
It'll have you stuck
And I ride with a pump
Turn it up 'til it thump
And these bitches wanna f*ck on me
Well you know I'm an open book
And she know she stuck with me
I'm everywhere that she look
Ain't living comfortably
Til I'm making money off the cook
Got a bhag and a dream
It's not what it seems
I worked for this
Up in the club with a brown shawty
She popping Cris'
I don't know what it is
What's up with me
Stay dropping hits
The problem is
They don't deserve my love
F*ck 'em
I done got it on my own
Back of the Bentley
Sipping 'tron alone
Always kept it real
Still couldn't trust
Maybe you don't deserve my love
Bitchin' 'bout this and that
All them hoes was in the past
Been told you that
Stop looking back
I was flipping change hoping I would land on my feet
I was f*cking dames but that shit did nothing for my peace
Usually never phased, for some reason you just had that reach
We should've just kept it discreet
All of our problems laid out on the street
You post for the world to see
You was the World to me
Burned me like third degree
Robbed me like burglary
How many times you did me bad
I should have lawyers fees
How many times I did you bad
I'm surprised they ain't heard from me