(Black metaphor)
Uh
Weaving through this traffic from a heavy session
The way the past aggressions left the wrong impression
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
So try to preach me lessons at your own discretion
They pitch a safe space for me to make confessions
But soon as I confess it, they start second guessin'
The labels treat my talent like a secret weapon
And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it
I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it
Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it
I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion
Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present
Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection
Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin
Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
Let it ride
I say I'm PMS-in'
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
I say I'm PMS-in'
Hmm
Uh
What if I go beast mode and eat the family?
What if I go Kanye and crash the Bentley?
Who gon' be for Courtney, Sydney, Lisa, Tammy?
Who gon' try to stop me if I pop this Xanny?
And I just might, just to prove that I'm human
I be gettin' niggas hot just to prove that I'm humid
I mean I'm spittin' state to state just to prove that I'm fluid
'Cause the first to do it is the closest to losin'
Or the furthest to choosin', the child of destiny
The secret recipe exist allegedly
May the legends rest in peace and feel my alchemy
May the children take a leap and get as high as me
May the children take a leap and get as high as me
May the legends rest in peace and feel my, uh
I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it
Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it
I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion
Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present
Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection
Clearin' out the section, sneakin' out the Westin
Bitches still undressin', and as soon as we step in
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
I say I'm PMS-in'
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
I say I'm PMS-in'
They ask me if I'm good, I say I'm-
Address me as, "Your Majesty," disrespect you casually
Know what's to come after me if I keep speakin' recklessly
You can it rhapsody, claim it as a tragedy
I'm in my reality, ain't no other bitch high as me
I gradually introduce these niggas to the half of me
More than my mentality is more like my anatomy
The talent doesn't put you center stage, it's the audacity
Careful, don't come after me, close the show dramatically
And now the labels treat my talent like a secret weapon
And I'm a force to reckon, just gotta accept it
I gotta accept it, I gotta protect it
Even when I leave my body, I gotta possess it
I'm over-possessive, I'm over suggestion
Now I'm walkin' in the rooms and I'm overly present
Balance my aggression with a glass of perfection
They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
I say I'm PMS-in'
They askin' if I'm good, I say I'm PMS-in'
I say I'm PMS-in'
Don't ask me if I'm good, I think I'm PMS-in'
(Yes, sir)
Keep all that