I raise the bar
I leave my competition limbo
You're the best femcee around
But, look, I been denounced that label
Putting female before rapper
Not as good as the men
But you've all heard me on these tracks
Y'all know I'm ill with the pen
There's no comparison
I'm rated highly overall
A 90's baby
I come strapped with hooks like overalls
I be dropping bars like nukes
But they be acting like they're landmines
Lines they're tripping over come unburied and they blow minds
Call me bouncing Betty
When I'm sitting on top
Tell me when I'm working, baby, can you match the bop
Innuendos rev your engine
When we're coolin' in the whip
Mmm... can you match my grind
When I dip, you dip, we dip
Y'all
Don't call me a Femcee
'Less you're calling men malecees
Yeah, exactly
From the front to the back
She hit the music raw
Drop the mic
That's a dead beat
Ten toes
Six feet
Down under is where my foes envy
Give you one
Two chances
Past three
Nah, get it right
You may claim to be my rival
But I see no competition
It's me versus my own verses
I'm a woman on a mission
All these serpents lurking
It's disturbing
And to say my back is hurting
Is an understatement
When I carry tracks
The major sergeant
K/D is 2.0
Stupid equivalent GPA
Get my pick of the litter
My boys don't fall back
They GBA
God is a woman
I can understand the route
Women birthed you to this world
We'll be the ones to take you out, uh
Don't call me a Femcee
'Less you're calling men malecees
Yeah, exactly
From the front to the back
She hit the music raw
Drop the mic
That's a dead beat
Ten toes
Six feet
Down under is where my foes envy
Give you one
Two chances
Past three
Nah, get it right
I've been ranting 'bout this since your girl was a teen
His story shows repetition
Her story shows what I mean
Don't need a man savior
Like a white savior
I'm a Jedi knight
Got a light saber
Slicing bodies at the speed of light
It's a man's world, but wouldn't be nothing without a woman, huh
Think I've got it easy
Well I guess that's you being mistaken, huh?
Don't care 'bout the glitz and glamour
That ain't me
When you see me doing what you do but better
Keep that same energy
Don't call me a Femcee
'Less you're calling men malecees
Yeah, exactly
From the front to the back
She hit the music raw
Drop the mic
That's a dead beat
Ten toes
Six feet
Down under is where my foes envy
Give you one
Two chances
Past three
Nah, get it right