(Bap, Bap)
A star born in '04
They don't know the half, they wanna know more
I'm so sure ,it took a lotta chaos to be this calm (To be this calm)
Behind a chauffeur, what's my ETA? (Huh? Huh?)
My VCA official from the store
And I'm real to the core
Trouble me, I make them bring harm
I can see the fake all in your face and when you talk, like lip balm
I go to my nanny for advice
She's like, "Always say your prayers, stay protected, read this Psalm"
I can't find the words to explain
Woke up with all my dreams in my face it's insane
You know my name like you don't know me
And in nothing, they can't see me
'Cause you know that I don't play fair (Nah)
I'm always in Mayfair, now it's Linguine
Come up from the concrete
Now I'm jumping out Bond Street on the way there (Jump out, rip that)
Rip tags, now every room got a en-suite
They're big mad (They're big mad)
You keep running up your mouth
Like you ain't running up no bread
Bitch, I'm bossed up for real
Not for fake what I said
When I get the kettle
Gimme the booger bezel, they ain't on my level
Like I don't really know what they think in their head
You do a lot of talking
Run your mouth like a fed
Them bitches too tired, get 'em fired send it bed
Could never be me 'cause that's dread
But you heard what I said
The same I remain fuck the fame
All the times in the rain
That's how my flowers came
No handouts or freebies
And while they catch Zeze's
Me I was up 'cause, why? I need mills
In the morning, eyes bloodshot
I'm from the hood, is that a firework or gunshot?
I need a house somewhere pretty in the hills
I'm grateful but I feel like I need bigger wins
I'm such a introvert
I'm changing up my number like I'm losing all my Little Simz
I could never dwell tryna make my pockets swell (Bap)
Like I'm really on to bigger things
Them bitches no name, so lame
But me? I'm in my own lane, cocaine Forces
Remember when they ran up?
You were standing where the porch is
Like run from who please?
The Bentley got two B's
I write my bars and never think hard
You know it's only new plates
From I got my pink card
You keep running up your mouth
Like you ain't running up no bread
Bitch, I'm bossed up for real
Not for fake what I said
When I get the kettle
Gimme the booger bezel, they ain't on my level
Like I don't really know what they think in their head
You do a lot of talking
Run your mouth like a fed
Them bitches too tired, get 'em fired send it bed
Could never be me 'cause that's dread
But you heard what I said
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