thinking out loud yall know i got the 4 fizzy on me right now people keep saying rem you need to drop a record i m like in a minute let me body bitches records yea for the millions i will kill these pop hoes ain t no one in these streets like me and potholes bout to put yall all out of business shop closed and since i dropped hot bitch all these chicks den got cold i m around wassup i don t care right now five 40 inch bundles in my hair right now whoa do you feel me i m a real one fake ones fear me i might fly out to your hood if they clear me ain t met a rapper chick yet that ain t scared of me you talk tough but i really did a sentence in black ink your fingers never been printed showing black love post i invented you be dragging it ma i m authentic yo eat em like chow like nas said in ether yall love my style but niggas in the streets and the niggas locked down ever need a shooter they got me on speed dial makaveli still here ain t a killer but don t push me violate em like parole they let me out the pen to put them bitches in the coffin cuz she a lil ho black eyes like a raccoon knockout leave her snoring leave ya head full of blood girl you should join a rap group cause as a soloist you boring i m a female god on my wu tang cash rules yall hoes is retarded live wire no shortage she ll be smokin crack soon bitches loving me like sausage hottest chick on the market i m the hardest smartest goddess regardless walk with revolvers you pressing charges born in the projects with the cops robbers in the bronx we bombers remy mafia mobbin you know1