Not another intro.
About this nigga novy out here snapping.
Bitch i feel like tom cruise, will smith,
Keanu reeves & the rock.
Cause im certainly about the action.
The main attraction
Before i gained any traction.
Killed in rap and got a bone to pick with fashion
Stick to actin'.
I mean, their shits simply tragic.
I'll be litty till im suited in my casket.
With all my habits.
Shit i imagined,
They couldnt muster or fathom.
Bitch im loved from santa cruz
Out to atlanta.
Who the fuck wants ana?
I got some family in memphis and
Alabama, when they see me. They
Be clowning on my grammar.
I luh u gramma!
I give a little bit more of myself
Cause this time im sure of myself.
And really Im afraid, im not afraid.
These model bitches be curing my health.
And truly ensuring my wealth.
And thankfully i never have to pay.
Oh shit, not another intro
Bruh get out your feelings.
Im not aaliyah,
But im one in a million.
Im like broly to these niggas
Your like krillin.
I dont see a ceiling.
And matter of fact. I dont need no healing.
Old chick tripped and moved to guam
Thinking she a villain
Only thing i know is i got god
I dont need a witness.
Careful when their walking through
Your door. They got demons with them.
They got it backwards,
Entitled with all their actions.
I was on and got it bussin in my faction.
And im not cappin.
I overlapped them,
Like sheets that cover a mattress.
You can tell that i aint playing bout my passsion.
So have compassion.
Im getting quarterly money,
Straight off the back end.
You boys are formally funny.
You all should panic.
MY CULT IS TIRED.
AND CERTAINLY NEEDS A MANSION.
IM THE ILLEST ON PLANET WITH THESE STANZAS
BITCH IM SPITTING GAMMA.