Canceled
All the world's a stage
That's what they told me when I was in the 9th grade
Wanna free my mind before they lock it in a cage
Pour out all the brilliance and the stories and the rage
Tried to tell me "you can't do that, keep that part you 'possed to play"
"Dreams too big, in a box you gotta stay"
"What you tryna risk it all for the art? Not safe"
I used to hear it all till I said one day
Imma do anyway,
Give a fuck what they say
For this shit I go crazy
Diamond in the rough
Underdog,
Underrated
I looked in the mirror and I saw the greatest
I looked in myself and I got what it takes
I got tired of waitin'
Don't need em to give it it's mine for the takin'
Now I walk around like I already made it
Now I talk my shit like the game I done played it
If it ain't about a bag get out my way
If you ain't talking money, then get out my face
You ain't never seen a pretty mouth spit so raw?
Step up in the scene, and I drop a couple jaws
And I keep a bad bitch ass fat, no flaws
Nah she ain't checking for you, I ain't finna put you on
And if you ain't cutting a check then you can't check on me at all
And if you ain't coppin a brick or slidin' dick you not the boss
Get lost son
Yeah you talk like you the man
Yeah you say you got some plans
See you stunting on the gram
All that actin for the cam
Is you really bout it fam?
All that flashin' get you jammed
All that cap, I ain't a fan
I be laughing to the bank, throw the bands off
If you stick up for your money, throw your hands up
I do not go back and forth
I get to smacking broads
Bitches act so typical
These bitches my reciprocals
Blueprints, I'm the original
Zodiac bitch I been the goat
Born in the cold
"Oh what, izzy Rap now?
I thought this bitch did comedy
Bitches really need to stick to comedy cause like"
Why bitch? You think im a fuckin clown? Are you not entertained?
Fuck what you thought bitch who hotter than me?
Crashin' the game and I made my own and I'm doin' the dash you ain't matchin' my speed
May the fruits of my labor put plates on my table, can't stop till I see the whole family eat (That's on god)
Thats on god I aint here to compete
But I bring a hater to their knees
They throwin' flowers at my feet
They soundin' like fans when they scream
So I fall back
And watch the way they crawl back
If it ain't business, I don't call back
Finessed it, they applaud that
Who woulda thought that
A lil shawty like me
Could pull up & bring all the smoke, the way she takin' all the heat
I think I got a little room to be feeling a lil cocky
Used to think I wasn't shit and now look at me,bitches poppin'
Who gon' top me now? Yeah, who gon' stop me now?
I bring the party out
I got em wildin' out
Yeah you talk like you the man
Yeah you say you got some plans
See you stunting on the gram
All that actin for the cam
Is you really bout it fam?
All that flashing get you jammed
All that cap, I ain't a fan
That's what they told me when I was in the 9th grade
Wanna free my mind before they lock it in a cage
Pour out all the brilliance and the stories and the rage
Tried to tell me "you can't do that, keep that part you 'possed to play"
"Dreams too big, in a box you gotta stay"
"What you tryna risk it all for the art? Not safe"
I used to hear it all till I said one day
Imma do anyway,
Give a fuck what they say
For this shit I go crazy
Diamond in the rough
Underdog,
Underrated
I looked in the mirror and I saw the greatest
I looked in myself and I got what it takes
I got tired of waitin'
Don't need em to give it it's mine for the takin'
Now I walk around like I already made it
Now I talk my shit like the game I done played it
If it ain't about a bag get out my way
If you ain't talking money, then get out my face
You ain't never seen a pretty mouth spit so raw?
Step up in the scene, and I drop a couple jaws
And I keep a bad bitch ass fat, no flaws
Nah she ain't checking for you, I ain't finna put you on
And if you ain't cutting a check then you can't check on me at all
And if you ain't coppin a brick or slidin' dick you not the boss
Get lost son
Yeah you talk like you the man
Yeah you say you got some plans
See you stunting on the gram
All that actin for the cam
Is you really bout it fam?
All that flashin' get you jammed
All that cap, I ain't a fan
I be laughing to the bank, throw the bands off
If you stick up for your money, throw your hands up
I do not go back and forth
I get to smacking broads
Bitches act so typical
These bitches my reciprocals
Blueprints, I'm the original
Zodiac bitch I been the goat
Born in the cold
"Oh what, izzy Rap now?
I thought this bitch did comedy
Bitches really need to stick to comedy cause like"
Why bitch? You think im a fuckin clown? Are you not entertained?
Fuck what you thought bitch who hotter than me?
Crashin' the game and I made my own and I'm doin' the dash you ain't matchin' my speed
May the fruits of my labor put plates on my table, can't stop till I see the whole family eat (That's on god)
Thats on god I aint here to compete
But I bring a hater to their knees
They throwin' flowers at my feet
They soundin' like fans when they scream
So I fall back
And watch the way they crawl back
If it ain't business, I don't call back
Finessed it, they applaud that
Who woulda thought that
A lil shawty like me
Could pull up & bring all the smoke, the way she takin' all the heat
I think I got a little room to be feeling a lil cocky
Used to think I wasn't shit and now look at me,bitches poppin'
Who gon' top me now? Yeah, who gon' stop me now?
I bring the party out
I got em wildin' out
Yeah you talk like you the man
Yeah you say you got some plans
See you stunting on the gram
All that actin for the cam
Is you really bout it fam?
All that flashing get you jammed
All that cap, I ain't a fan
Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Sarkissian
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