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Can count how many times I done been tried on some hoe shit I forgave but ain't forgot, I moved on from that old shit Holding grudges held me back, bitch I ain't got time for that Half the reason why every season old hoes keep running back Look I want no parts of these, niggas who broke old parts of me Can finally say fuck em I never loved 'em wholeheartedly Prolly why I go hard with these lyrics written in bars that be Fucking up old flames who left one too many scars on me Bitch I'm in my bag, making investments, no pardon me Mispronouncing wines called Chardonnay like Chardonnee I sip to ease my mind, when I reflect on old parts of me That couldn't see for some time how so motherfucking hard I be Bitch don't underestimate how I managed to elevate Hoes be wanting the game, but don't take the time to dedicate To themselves, be worried bout everybody else But I cant fuck with that, bitches can dish it but cant when it's chucked back Ducked back into the craft when I was down on my math Only shit I looked forward to was sleeping and taking baths Ran my '05 Camry round the city just to build my bank Just enough to pay my bills, get small shit and refill my tank Bitch I was down bad, but I'm glad that I'm finally straight I prayed on some real shit, asking God how long it would take Had to boss up, hurt some feelings, I did what was best for me Folks want a piece of the come up, but don't know the recipe I feel like bitches testing me Don't know what I had to do to bring out the best in me I wrote my ass off so none of these niggas next to me And if they think they is then they got no idea how blessed they be I been chosen bitch, I'm like the coldest with this fucking flow and shit Niggas avoid features, hear how I rode, cant approach the shit The way they thought, a bitch ain't soft, matter fact I got harder than Any man who been on this wave although I just started in Yeah I said I go harder than motherfuckers that been on this wave - I just bombarded in And you know I'm buckin' never trustin', ego larger than Niggas who complain when I refrain, let up my guard again Hid it from my family covered it up like a cardigan Niggas that tried to humble me, oh now I be charging them I be cold as fuck on em, bitch that just be so hard for them To accept it, they was skeptics, but now I go hard to them Aint that some shit, now I go hard to them
Writer(s): Sierra Walton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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