Worst To Best

[Verse 1]
I was broke on the floor, slept in my jeans
Phone on silent, livin' off dreams
You ain't text back, said I was a mess
Now you see the gold teeth, suddenly impressed
You ain't see the grind, only saw the stress
Only see the shine, never saw the stretch
You ain't ride the bus, you just want the jet
You ain't eat the crumbs, now you want the check
[Chorus]
If you can't handle me at my worst
You don't deserve a sip when I quench this thirst
You ain't bleed with me, you don't get this bless
If you can't handle me at my worst
Then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best (at my best)
You sure as hell don't deserve me at my best
[Verse 2]
You was laughin' at the holes in my shoes
Now you laughin' in my section tryna prove
You was “busy" when I needed you to choose
Now you busy tryna act like we cool (nah)
You ain't see me crash, you just watched the wreck
Now you wanna claim me when I cut the check
Say you knew I’d make it, that’s a lie at best
You ain't hold me down, you just held your breath
[Chorus]
If you can't handle me at my worst
You don't deserve a sip when I quench this thirst
You ain't bleed with me, you don't get this bless
If you can't handle me at my worst
Then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best (at my best)
You sure as hell don't deserve me at my best (yeah)

rap, Dark, swagger-heavy trap rap with male vocals; sparse, ominous keys and sub-bass pulse. Tight, punchy drums, short verses that snap into a big, chantable hook. Ad-libs tucked around the main vocal, hook doubles on the last bar for extra impact.