No Hook

Big Latto
Yeah

I got money and my own family started acting funny
I don't trust nobody, keep it on me
I swear they always told me that the top would be lonely (Yeah)
Two year relationship, that nigga really owe me (Pussy)

Bitch, I want my time back, bruises, had to hide that
I thought I was pregnant, to this day, I'm thanking God for that
Fuck the rap game, still happy I ain't sign that
No sleep, when I land, headed straight to sound check
Dropped ten bands to beat a case that I ain't do (Yeah)
How the fuck they book me for some shit with no proof? (Shit cap)

Bitch, I ain't forgot how y'all was clownin', but it's cool
I'ma sue and get the last laugh on 'em when I'm through
I love my OG, but he ain't show me how to treat shit
No wonder why I let that nigga try me like a weak bitch
Shouldn't have made the tape, he keep on threatenin' to leak shit
I let a nigga break me, now I'm pickin' up the pieces (Yeah)
She used to be my dawg, but now she telling all my business (Bitch)
If I could take it back, I wouldn't have been on television (Hell no)
'Cause y'all won't let me grow up and accept the fact I'm winning
Brother in the penitentiary, it's a piece of me missing (Straight up)

Heart been broke way too many times (Times)
Me and Brooke beatin' bitches, still banned from Mount Zion
I can't let the industry get between me and mine
Swear I'm trying not to lose it, but this shit be havin' me crying
Mama had me at fifteen, really got it out the mud (Yeah)
I came home from school and seen bags, hella drugs
Lost the bond with my daddy for some money and a buzz
Swear the industry the devil, shit, it is what it was
Ain't no stranger on the 'net finna
Tell me 'bout my life, though (Hell nah)
As a kid, feelin' too black for the white folks
Ain't changin' my name, disagree and you can die slow
Work hard and pray harder, bitch, that's all I know (Bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Mark Bankhead, Randy J. Turner Jr, Tracey Lavell Maxwell Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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