lost some niggas some other niggas double crossed ‘em
tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune
wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen
Rick Flair with the flame, I’m motherfucking Gorgeous; woo!
Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but
Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
Kitchen table - that’s where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn’t foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Primo laced me, Ski did too
“Reasonable Doubt” - classic, shoulda went triple
—momma loves me.
When I’m skatin through the city and I stop and kick it
Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?
I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mime, I gotta watch you snitches
The talk don’t match the leather
The swag don’t match the sweaters
And wolves don’t walk with shepherds
Girl what you need to know is when you need to go.
dot dot dot swag swag.
::runs to the fridge::