Troublesome lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, a b*tch said she hit my n*gga
I'm like, "Which one?"
I keep a couple on my roster never just one (It's never just one)
I let these n*ggas choose me 'cause I can't pick 'em (Ayy)
He sent some bags, like which on?
I said the big one

[Verse 2]
Look, it ain't sh*t to have a n*gga drop a bag on me (A bag on me)
I am never tripping off a I been had on me (I been had on me)
I am not his b*tch, I never was
Don't throw that tag on me
Now, all my turn around ten thousand
Do the math on it
Diddy told me I was too hard for the radio
Shoutout my city, I'm still bussing through the stereos
I cut that n*gga, got that weight off me like terrio
Rest in peace Lijah, I still go cry about your burial

[Verse 3]
Look, I never felt the need to have to proof myself
A n*gga can't do nothing for me, I can't do myself
Was always putting b*tches on, I never was the help
My baby daddy hand picked, I put him on the shelf
Woke up to this b*tch n*gga in my bed again
On mamas free lil skoot I need that head again
I am real humble, not one b*tch I think I am better than
Said I fell off, sit back and watch me get ahead again
[Verse 4]
Look, I can never trust no b*tch with hella friends
I had a b*tch from EPA she made me hella bands
And honestly one of the worst things that I ever did
Was leave a up n*gga for a broke one with some better di*k
But you live and you learn, remember trust is earned
And these n*ggas never yours, so just enjoy your turn
A double life tryna feed the hood and feed the church
My baby sorry if i hurt you, it's still free the swerve

[Verse 5]
Look, ya'll be falling for these n*ggas who stay getting curved
It's about who did it better, f*ck who did it first
A couple famous n*ggas tried to f*ck me for a verse
What I hold don't even fit in this Balengci purse
A couple of thousand on my neck, but this was trap money
Telling me go legal with my rap money
I beat my case, a real n*gga dropped off the racks for me
Don't care if b*tches talk about me just put facts on it

[Verse 6]
Look, was supposed to leave that di*k alone but relapsed on it
And if the n*gga wanted mine, I am keeping tabs on it
When you b*tches crazy put a at on it
So when i run into you, I can put a tag on it
When that pressure get applied they don't be feeling that
Sneak dissing on the net, no I ain't into that
I never had a cosigner b*tch I been a threat
It's thug life till I die, it's tatted on my chest