Somebody tell this raggedy ho to stay out my mentions

We at war. Shut the fuck up, the Holy Spirit is speaking

Ran a poll up, just to see what these bitches believe in

30% of em lucid, the other 70 tweakin'

I'm bout to roll up

I'm highaski, and my vision is clean as my melanin skin that's why I'm bout to glow up

(Bitch) bitch, is you kiddin'? You need to grow up.

This ain't no lottery, this is a setup

They murder the victims and then they play dress up in your face. (industry leader dot blog)

Who want smoke? Bitch, I got it

Who want vocals? Bitch, I got it

Who want dick? Bitch, I got it If we click

If you're, in my clique

If you, keep a zip

(If you, keep a zip)

(If you, keep a zip)

Listen, boom. I ain't no Christian, but

Holy Ghost cohppa' go "bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap

Beamin' – all the goats bleatin' – ain't takin' advice from no demons

You stupid or is you dumb?

I don't fuck with you, I won't come

Ain't no industry where I'm from

Just like Jesus, bitch, I'm the one

And I am

Open your wallets

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know I sound so free because I'm independent

You couldn't label me successfully unless you admit it, that

I'm that ****

I'm a winner, sex for breakfast and dinner

Don't dim, no lights or draw no curtains, hoe, I'm not no beginner

I take my time on it

Set the tempo, double-time it then rewind on it

Take a sip of what I'm drinkin' while you grind on it

Taste it, grip it, fuck it, flip it, blow my mind on it

Imma leave what's mine on you, ooh ooh ooh

Ooh oh oh oh oh