State of the Union

You think you popping cuz your new chick
Low maintenance?
Yeah you cant handle it and
I don't have the patience
Your stroke was weak na
Pacing in the pussy
Don't be playing with the pussy
They waiting for Junglepussy
I was playing with myself
Praying for vacation on the top shelf
Preying on caucasians
Rather rise above than to lay back complacent
You think you up next but
Bitch I'm adjacent
Backs turned on me thats a fact
And I've faced it
Pregnant with Success
Friends don't want you to make it
Steady searching for the truth
I don't gotta chase it
I wish we never met but
I cannot erase it
Laying in a hammock
Live with my Haitians
Keep it Caribbean when you
Kick it with my crew
Keep your bloodclot mouth quiet
I do not fuck with you
Keep the team on my hip and
We stickier than glue
My birthday halloween so I'm freakier than you
Eating jerk chicken while I'm finessing in the booth
We play the same sport
I don't smell like you
Getting the same cheese I don't melt like you

You cute and all but the convos wack
What's good with that
Ain't cool with that
No I cant relax
No I cant relapse
Lemme bounce back
Where my soldiers at
With their shoulder back
What you looking at
No cook crack whip that black girl magic
I'm smoking spike lee joints
She just gotta have it
Everybody wanna be black
It's so tragic
Everytime I wear clothes
I'm stopping traffic
Everybody here knows
I am the baddest
Don't worry where my hair grow
Pussy the phattest
My nookie my ass tits
I'm never average
Out the fucking window
Your career in a casket
I'm a hard pill to swallow
Fried chicken got my eyes low
These bitches so greasy thats why
I don't ever follow
Style fuckin' dated like I'm staring at a dino
Soaring like a spaceship I'm just faded off the fronto



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Writer(s): Shayna Mchayle, Alexander Govenar
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