[Part I]I can’t help but feel neglectedChanging up the schedule, your calendar refreshingTime pass and we move on, nobody said s**tHow I’m ‘posed to act when my morals ain’t respected?How you ‘posed to act when your feelings ain’t protected?From cash and checksJust to get some neck and some necklacesWhat’s next? More turbulence? Prayin’ on this planeSuccess, got a taste of it, never was the sameTrademark on that pu**y, trademarking my brand-nеw bi**hYeah, duh, hold-up, blood, hold-up, cuh, hold-up, sis, huh (hold-up)Llc the glock and I llc my bi**h, huh (llc)Pass me thе rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huhHad to tell my grandma, “Sit back, relaxAnd s**t,” huh (make ni**a)Make ni**a buy her house and car, she’s off the list, huhFake ni**a, talking about he rich but barely is, huhEight figures, jumping off the stage into the kids,(yeah)Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (yeah)Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (yeah)Piping down on instagram, I only post my bi**h, huhI don’t need your import, get your two cents off my pic’, huhGeneration money, type of money dying richAnd I wanna say, “Shoutout to the dead, now I flex,” woahShoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huhShoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (let’s go)Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (let’s go)Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (one)I’m sick of you ni**as not taking no risksI’m taking avenge and taking my course (kill ’em)I cannot compete with the mud in my systemMy tolerance low, I don’t tolerate forceI protect, I am the oneI rose and fold the scoreI gotta let my ego goYou ni**as not ready to settle the war (yeah)You ni**as not ready to stop bein’ hoesYou ni**as not ready to open the doorsYou ni**as run in, take off with the jewelryYou ni**as not really the richest on forbesYou ni**as not ready to deal with the sacrificesAnd instead, you’re passin’ the torchCheck the surveillance camera at the cemeterySee me dancin’ on all of your corpses, goYou couldn’t have loveYou couldn’t have love[Part ii]Aye, big .38, got pulled over twice
Had to go and switch platesBi**h, don’t think s**t sweetI’m the same baby keem in forty-eight statesI play charades with the bankJust net ten million, now I’m back with the wraithAnd I’m going home with the lootMama going home with a coupeI’m a hot girlA hot girlI’m a hot girl (make me lose my mind)A hot girlI took the light then hopped on the flightI cannot look towards your jaded adviceI took the torch, I quit being niceI took the torch, now I gotta fightYour ni**as impulsive, quick to make movesYou’re biting your flows, a big appetiteI look at the hoes, they not into showsI look at your shows, they opera whiteYou gotta be nimble and quick like a foxI don’t move in silence, this s**t is abruptI’m vvs’d up, precise in the cutThis s**t getting nice, it’s not about meAs long as you good, don’t worry ’bout meI’m telling my friends that you not a freakMy new nia long is cappin’ is strongAnd she not afraid to get on with meI’m back at the crib, my memory deepI think about mama, I’m baby hykeemShe got that tatted before I could readI’m spiritual now, I pray in my sleepTwenty years long, I never had dadMy dad was a fraud, I had to be toughTwenty million, ho, that’s not enoughDon’t ask no questions, bi**h, go add it upI took the light to sacrificeI sacrificed everything I needI could probably f**k these bi**hes in my sleepYoung ni**a know the hustle and the peaceStressing ’bout money turnin’ to other thingsI was in uncle crib at fourteenCan’t get through to mama ’cause she’d rather drinkFacin’ the vision ’bout a thirteenI was 16, I was 16I was 16, I was 16I was 16, I was 16I was 16, I was 16I’m a hot girlA hot girlI’m a hot girl (make me lose my mind)A hot girl
