Yeah…
Thought you had that bitch on lock, huh?
Now she ghostin’ your texts, left you on read, blue ticks mockin’ ya
Six years deep, built her from the dirt, now she want space?
“Need to see what else out there,” bitch, what’s that taste?

You shelved your dreams, put her career on your back
Slaved for them connects, slid her the plug, that’s facts
Every late night in the studio, you was the backbone
Now one song blow up and your throne gettin’ overthrown? Nah, fuck thatWord came through she at that Harlem shoot today
Cameras flashin’, new playa's in her ear, gettin’ paid
She think fame mean she can trade up, taste new meat?
Bet you gonna slide through, remind her what she about to deletePull up in all black, windows tinted, heart cold
Dick in your hand like a Grammy, pure gold
She gon’ miss this, watch her crawl back when the high fade
This the intro, playa, welcome to the heartbreak parade