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