VI

Queen of African rap shit
Others postin' up, and they faker than catfish
I been a baptist and you drownin' in my flow
I push harder 'til I'm draped in those maternity clothes
I playback my cassette, pullin' harder on these jets
Had ta work up on my pecs, for the cheques, for Tec
They wanna hate for no reason
You be headin' for the treason
For I reign in the near, I ain't fuckin' with no pheasants

So, when you B's in the trap
Make sure you got some friends
And some balls on ya lap
I came up in the south, I make calls to ya past
Throw it in my face, and you know I'ma catch
Don't ever question a born-free
Alcatraz mobs and them girls in the hood, free
Jabs to your ego, gonna you cause that nosebleed
Lyin' up, Pinocchio, everyone knows, B
Yo, I been through the most
Balled so hard, I was promoted to the coach
Back when my mama was too broke to buy a loaf
Now, she in that whip, and she swervin' in the coasts

I ain't mad at the label
Sold so many dreams that I fell for the fables
Got too many dreams, that I see them in vapours
Got so many people that believe I'm the savior

Now let it burn, the backstabbers
Flow jackers, co-crackers
All I'm sayin', it's beginnin' to dawn
The one that put me on ain't returnin' my calls
The ones who ain't believe, still wishin' I'd fall
So, I'm lol'ing on the beat, so you know it's a ball

I ain't scared of my neighbour
I smoke that herbal life, so she needin' that shake-up
Anyway, I'm here for a bigger cause
They wasn't here when the music paused
They wasn't here when I cried, and I was wishin' they would listen
Rod then would say, "Dang, ay, Gigi, you gon' kill 'em"
Dark-skinned girl, a brand, and a vision
A world of these squares, and I'm feelin' like a prism
Rhyme after rhyme, and I'm cleanin' up the image
Then you will see, that they lookin' like my children

Yo, the world went mute
Yo, I said, the world went mute
Listen to the kids when they singin' to these tunes
Gigi T. LaMayne, I'm the way and the truth, blargh!
Six, six, six