Notebook (No Hook)

[Intro] (Ayy, pull up, Lam) [Verse] I'm so tired of you tellin' me that he sorry (Sorry) Missin' my shows and meet and greets like I ain't an artist (Artists) Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest (Honest) They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest (Honest) He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage (Garbage) Now he at my shows, askin' for tickets like we partners I'll check on my partner mom before I ever check on my followers I fuck with a throat GOAT, but she graduated to a swallower You know who you is, you know what you did You know who you was, you know, dirty bitch You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques You know how you mad, you know I'm the shit You ain't support me at all How you say you my dog? Told you, I lost it all You ain't even come call Watchin' story from a fake page and I seen 'em shoppin' at the mall Told him I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all Four pockets full, full of hundreds Forty million cash from a label I ain't fallin' out with my homies Call 'em, tell 'em put it on the table Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say I ain't able Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass, got the bitch a craddle I know what you did, so I hate you I know what you did for the paper Why you called the police on your man? He on papers, you know they gon' take him Put a four of Pai in my Crush I ain't fuck online with my nuts Wuk shoot, I rely on his guts Benji boys, I know he gon' clutch Trench baby, dirty little bastard Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket Why I pour a cup and I'm fastin'? I just tucked the Drac' in my jacket Industry puttin' me in beef Why do that? I'm signed to the streets Pull up on 'em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow) Why the fuck I'm arguin' over beats? Brodie pulled up in a steamer It's stolen 'cause he ain't even got the key Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they was checkin' IDs Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they gon' put it on me Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD shit be scarin' me (Uh) Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah) This shit right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah) Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah) This shit right here, no hook