Pass the Water

Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Okay Said okay, okay Look It's the Bastard daughter here to bring this rap shit back to order Mass destruction emanating from this rapping aura I'm way ahead with this music, they never catch the order Kinda sorta past the borders Yeah I just had to warn ya One day Imma make it big and go to California I'm telling you that I'm the shit, so can you pass it forward? You on the throne, I'm coming for ya, yeah I'm running towards ya Motherfucker better pass that torch before I pass the torture And it's all for friends and family, yeah I'm rapping for ya To my future children, I'll make the millions, stack it for ya Riding on this dreamboat Tryna make my dreams float Still got manners at the table, shit can you pass the water? Yeah yeah Said can you pass the water? Saying fuck you to the labels and they petty offers For real And they petty offers Man fuck they petty offers Said fuck they petty offers Yeah fuck they petty offers Ten mills couldn't make me sign a deal, I'm too nice and ill I'm still saying fuck they offers Yeah fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers Said fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers, man Man fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers Okay, look I said my thoughts too loud bitch So buss the speakers up I stay at war with my demons, I keep a heater tucked I see you claiming the throne, lil bitch yo lease is up I'm coming for what you own, you gon get eaten up And yeah I got them all worried cause I don't eat enough But really they should think about who they speaking of Way ahead of these bitches and they ain't keeping up I'm working while they all sleeping, the sun be creeping up But sometimes it get hard Tryna follow my heart Yeah Tryna follow my heart I ain't done yet Got some more shit to say Said it's hurricane Rae coming through just to make a mess again They hating cause I'm on a deeper level of intelligence I'm out here tryna rise above, bitches out here devilin' They telling me I won't be shit and damn it gets so deafening I hit block on the tiktok and then I move on Take six shots, get the bitch hot and now the crew gone Can't you see I'm on my shit? Writing til my hand hurt Hours just to polish shit, they still saying it's man work And I'm still the bastard daughter You lambs to my slaughter The cops came and I just made yo bitch stash the quarter Shut the fuck up, them opinions make my head hurt It's Rae Luna They just calling me Girl Sweatshirt