No lie, it's only like five females in the game that can really rap
Got followers and fame and a name, so they thinkin' that
They can now be listed with the spitters, bitch, imagine that
Ain't talkin' bout your lace front when I say your * is wiggly whack
They know what's gon' happen to the ass if Remy on the track
And no, I ain't tryin' to be catty, they know they really lack you
Assed out without your ass out, and that's really facts
But if I say it, I'm a hater, I hear the chitter-chat
They know that my pen is crazy, but they don't wanna give me that
Every time I spit some *, they sayin' that it's really pap
Claim I can't make a song, but actually, that's really cap
Had them conceited all the way up and leanin' back
I know they be poppin' *, she only hot when Remy crack
In my presence, they be on my dick like little Jimmy hats
Actin' like I ain't the reason these bitches can't even rap
I'm also the reason y'all know these bitches can't even rap
Try to spread a rumor that I'm ugly, bitch, I'm pretty black
Then try to lie and paint an image that I'm really fat
Ho, whenever I want, I can thirst trap
The only thing fat is these pockets and this motherfuckin' kitty cat
Y'all be on some she hit me, so I'ma hit her back
I be on some she hit me, so now she gettin' clapped
Birds of a feather flock together, y'all be in a pack
And I'll do anything for the cheese, yeah, you been a rat
I rap when I wanna, I stopped to have my daughter
Was flyin' PJs when y'all was wearin' pajamas
And I'm signed to myself so they can't jerk her
Done caught more suits and cases than a TSA worker, motherfucker
Daughter of a gun, I spit it like a bullet
That's literary caution, I shoulda
Win me a Pulitzer
I don't show cars, I show face without the hoodie up
Change my perspective, think like El Boogie does
I was never late, y'all was just early
Never fall short unless the shorts come with jersey
Life never straight, that bitch hella curvy
I'm a biggest fan, I wear my * out like Kirby
Pierre, Pierre, yeah, I'm bubblin' baby
Never switch pockets, only refill them like the baby
Y'all cry, I'm on a different tier
We ain't the same, me and you, we got some different fears
Jerry Lorenzo, this G.O.D. flow
Word to the North Star, I rap East Coast
Road to success, come with a bridge like E4
Today they wanna peel, but back then it was kilos
Why Primo hit me? Cause he know I'm dopest
Rap like I got a big dick and niggas chokin'
Never had a urge to be the wave, I'm the fuckin' ocean
If you can't see that, then you just a blind turtle
Shell shot when I hit block, block
Niggas know when I rhyme, it sound like a glop, glop
Ask me where I'm headed, motherfucker, to the top, top
Can't rain on my parade, ain't no raindrop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
With the Daffy Mail
Let's rap
With the Daffy Mail
Let's rap