Hardcore bitch switching lanes
But I never switched up on the fam
Don't do this for the gram, bitch this real life
I ain't ever going out bad imma fight till I die
'98 baby
Year of the tiger
I was really out here earning all my stripes
Cuz all I've seen is struggle in life
So when it comes to winning I don't even think twice
Carve a pentagram leave my mark
Hear the bells toll when I walk
Talkin all this shit never heard of you before
Imma boss ass bitch go look me up hoe
Put that chrome to ya dome
Watch me pop, lock, drop on ya ass
Goth bitch stay booted up let's go to war
Hit my rain dance now they money gonna pour in
Killed everyone that got in my way
With the knives they all left in my back
Triple sevens whenever Im two-stepping
On a busta neck
Always smoking on that potent
Yeah I only want top shelf
They all clenching they chests
Steady coughing up that stress
Got your mind spinning
Like we was playing roulette
Take my shot, never miss
When I gamble imma win
Looking like a goddess
The way a young bitch shining
But I'm down with my demons
You know I'm a certified sinna
These boys say they spitting devil shit
But I got that vicious venom
Sacrifice they souls and show them
What it means to be underground
When you step up to a real one
You better come correct
Imma young soul snatcha
Gutter head smasher
Bitch I am a beast
The devil think he evil? He ain't got shit on me
I've been hustling in these streets
Ever since I was thirteen
None of these other rappers can touch me
Only bad bitches look up to me
Misery Mob, hoe you better bow down
Double M's when we roll through your town