Had to turn up my racks when i'm getting involved
Had to turn up my racks when i'm getting it all
She turned on my back when I gave her my all
I aint tripping on her
Know I gave it all my all
Even though i'm out of work
Even though i'm out of worth
Even though I lost my worth in this shit
She ain't know how hard I work
She ain't knowing what I earned
Went from the rags to riches
Working bossa nova
Now I put designer on my shirt
I swear to god that I aint used to this shit
Sad truth but it hurts
Yea
Fuck it I'm back and I'm better
My sweater say maison margiela
My jacket patterned with the vetements
He almost lost it to the percs
But he just use it for the medicine
And he ain't understand his worth
I said a million fucking words in this bitch
But they ain't never hear the words
Bitches only care if you buy the purse
Nobody care how the eagle heart works
Nobody knowing my worth
Nobody knowing my worth