got They say, why you rapping for the kids for? I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store This summer you can catch me on a big tour I'm high grade, I think they
in your head, girl (Repeat 3x) (Rihanna) No use, your lips keep movin' but I got a Couple screws Loose, Them other boys Talkin' about me; they say I
, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a career Guess they
yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos. Pussy so pink like my Kitty sayin' Hello, If I whistle they'll
It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm Sewing up the game, destroying life, they hate me for it Eventually, see they can't beat then with me they join Others
mother tried to run away from home But I left somethin' in the car and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me so I cried too And my stomach
don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world to make me bleed. Stay with me,.. You're all I see. Did I say that I need you? Did I say that I want
know who you're gonna be Fifteen You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail And soon enough you're best friends Laughing at the other girls who think they're so
'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the race that took over, it controls you both So they say you'd best to
The years rolled past our land They took back what they'd given And we all knew we'd have to move If we was gonna make a living So we all moved off
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked
for our lives) We patiently wait for some other day That's too far away so right now we say When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom
You know parents are the same No matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids Are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids
wasted They got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby They might say hi, and I might say hey But you shouldn't worry about what they say 'Cause
me When I call, they better see me on your video screen Them hustlas keep on talkin' They like the way I'm walkin' You saying that you want me So press
they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well Locked the flow so tight you gotta know I'mma tumble 'fore they rock
be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they
Murphy Lee] Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let her slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist