I rip the fuck out a mic
Like I'm Kob with a head band
8 plus 24
Nothin' more
Nothin' less than
I'm gorgeous like my flow
And everything is imported
Could heat a cup of joe
And strip your hoe to her corset
And I ain't even flashy
Get at me
I'm 'prolly rapping with a few friends
'Bout to sign your first
And that shit is worth a few spins
'Bout to sign my first
And that shit is worth a few M's
Leaving in a hurst
Just her and a few friends
Hip-hop on a track
I do bitches the meanest
One is scratching my back
While one examines my penis
Then she gave it a bath
Coco pussy the cleanest
And you can spot me on the map
With all them California dreamers
The kid is so fresh pressed,
Stanley the steamer
Guess this what she meant
When she said make me a believer
Guess this what she meant
When she said manifest your destiny
Searching for a god
When three letters are the recipe
J-K-Z cooks so effortlessly
Your top five incredulously
Doubting on themself
Not a god but no one else
Got my spawn and mental health
Not to mention mental wealth
Bitch I'm the dawn I don't need help
This that 2020 new age
No this a new wave
Do what I want
Do what your boo say
I'm Kanye's Lupe
I got a voice so Cole
Nas the prophet I'm the Bible
I'ma finish number one
Only Pac is my rival