The bars y'all
Pro life, but in this rap shyt I’m killing my daughters
You spent your whole check on a chain, and that bytch still ain’t water
You gotta get a top record producer, ghostwriter, million dollar deal, that bytch still ain’t Shawna
Talking down on my name and not knowing the the rank I spit, gave y’all hoes the blueprint for y’all this is the fukkin’ thanks I get???
Y’all boosting these wack rappers like I ain’t that bytch, like I ain’t Top 6, like my paint not thick
The fukk???
We could go bar for bar find out who really that bytch.
Me muthafukka ME!
I feel like y’all ****** only respect, I got the whole city on my back like it’s a lineman’s vest, best to best say it with my whole fukking chest
Y’all bum bytches bown down to my pedicure set, Ya Dig!!!
Wassup???!!!”