Yeah, I know I got scuffles ahead of me
When I'm speaking my mind it's unsettling
I know liberal feelings is delicate
Tryna play with me, feeding they medicine
Got a doctor to prescribe this ketamine
God, there's more to these shadows I'm wrestling
Drip my bitch in Dior, she decadent
Work so much, you'd think Peggy was Mexican
You still thinkin' that Peggy a joke?
Got the CDs in place for the hecklin'
Why they wanna sneak diss? This ain't veteran
I'm like Kelly, Beyoncé, Michelle
Say my name or I can't really tell
Niggas rap like they castin' a spell
Niggas vague, my presence is felt
I'm direct they go everywhere else
I been rad since Kenan & Kel
Don't know who you, I be someone else
Don't just copy me, bitch, be yourself
If you got it, they hate you still
They gon' laugh every time that you rap
Tell them rats to start payin' they bills, yeah
Uh, 4.5 on the hip, baby, pronto
Two cups, champagne and the Ronno
Weapons registered, ready to unload
We don't usually beat them like Harpo
All my bitches in love with the co-co
Got my side bitch, look like Jack Harlow, uh
All my bad hoes bringin' that work home straight to my game of chess
5'9" lookin' for hoes as tall as Angel Reese, I don't care
Ho, don't be my sign, I know I ain't shit, let's not even go there
Heard you fucked on my bitch, I fucked yours too, let's keep that shit square
Ayy, ball on me, ayy, fall on me
Ayy, put it all on me, bae, what?
What? What? What?
What? What? What?
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