Lyrics

I’m a prize she a has been
Put a bow on me like a violin
Like I’m in, orchestra
They want a Rae formula
Like babies sort of
Reporter yelling fake stories real loud
I be classless, been graduated for months now
Cats away mice will play
But Bruno can’t see me leaving any day
But they wait, tap they feet thinking any day
I keep getting praise with the thumbs up
She outta shape but she runs up
I watch the fight, eating popcorn from my cup (from my cup)

All I want
Record that fight man
All I want
Is to get what’s mines man
All I want
Not gonna have filter although I can
Imma say what I want type of woman

Take a pic of me to examine the picture
Tryna to hate on it, it go figures
Everyday that old trick gets a bit and bit more bitter
But not even a nit picker
Can pick out my flaws
I have none, and that’s my mama's fault
They be crybabies gotta baby talk to em
They be trashy gotta trash talk to em
They be trashy
I be flashy
On me they’ll be gone in a flash
Take a pic of me add on the flash

All I want
Let me see that pic man
All I want
Is to live like Huey, to be free man
All I want
Not gonna have a filter although I can
Imma say what I want type of woman

They care more about content than intent
Get bent then let the media be they mediators
They never had beef, empty refrigerators
Got a lot haters blocked
They never got to follow
But forever they follow
Too clever or did y’all follow?
Good guy stole my lyrics, he turn heel
Yes really
So he tried to get away in some heelys
I actually write so you’ll never see me stealing
How he living on media he got money bags
In real life he got bummy swag

All I want
I know you steal man
All I want
Is for ya to be real man
All I want
Not gonna have filter although I can
Imma say what I want type of woman