Sincerely, Nix
You never met me
Here's a small introduction
It's probably obvious but I'm the chick
None of these niggaz can fuck with
And none of these bitches either
I made plenty believers
People swearing they just cold
Til I come hit em with that fever
Now put ya little sixteen up
Fill ya ink up
Sharpen your pencil, your mental
And all ya finger tendons strength up
That shit y'all spitting be weak
All the trash that I done heard
I could bag up every word
And fucking drag it to the curb
It's garbage not to mention the fraudulence y'all be kicking
Teach a nigga to fish, they use the rod for attention
Rather starve than get a meal
How you gonna start to get a mil'
When all you wanna do is fake
And play a part, you never real
I've always prided myself on the morals God had given me
My biggest flex yet is authenticity
Word to the 41 years in me
My rep needs no filtering from poorly done imagery
Picture me, Nikki
Just flowing through life grinning and winning
Praying for peace and love and that my sins are forgiven
These days I hardly pick a pen up
Shit it's been a good minute
But when I get to scribbling
And that adrenaline filling
I'm ripping every instrumental like the sickest that spit it
And any mic I'm gripping, I'm leaving that bitch with a sizzle
Never half stepping or half repping on what I claim
That's 32, FIEcrū, and my family's last name
Stop playing with my signature
Ain't nobody as ill as her
Don't you dare compare me to naan
And yeah that's him or her
For many years I been underrated and over hated
Ironically that's exactly how I know I made it
Still at my finest. Getting wiser, man I'm only aging
Sorry, I ain't mean to worry ya in my golden state, it's
Just a part of me maturing from the children phases
I must say it, for my age I feel and look amazing
Don't know if these niggas crazy or they hating
Fuk whoever out here naming their favorites and ain't say me
Been flaming it since I came in
Off the brain or the page
Every phrase you hear me say
No exaggerating or faking
In the flesh, it's a living legend up in ya presence
And this here record could self destruct in any second
Don't kill the messenger, I'm here with the message
That I'm still the fuk'n best at ripping letters up, nigga
Here's a small introduction
It's probably obvious but I'm the chick
None of these niggaz can fuck with
And none of these bitches either
I made plenty believers
People swearing they just cold
Til I come hit em with that fever
Now put ya little sixteen up
Fill ya ink up
Sharpen your pencil, your mental
And all ya finger tendons strength up
That shit y'all spitting be weak
All the trash that I done heard
I could bag up every word
And fucking drag it to the curb
It's garbage not to mention the fraudulence y'all be kicking
Teach a nigga to fish, they use the rod for attention
Rather starve than get a meal
How you gonna start to get a mil'
When all you wanna do is fake
And play a part, you never real
I've always prided myself on the morals God had given me
My biggest flex yet is authenticity
Word to the 41 years in me
My rep needs no filtering from poorly done imagery
Picture me, Nikki
Just flowing through life grinning and winning
Praying for peace and love and that my sins are forgiven
These days I hardly pick a pen up
Shit it's been a good minute
But when I get to scribbling
And that adrenaline filling
I'm ripping every instrumental like the sickest that spit it
And any mic I'm gripping, I'm leaving that bitch with a sizzle
Never half stepping or half repping on what I claim
That's 32, FIEcrū, and my family's last name
Stop playing with my signature
Ain't nobody as ill as her
Don't you dare compare me to naan
And yeah that's him or her
For many years I been underrated and over hated
Ironically that's exactly how I know I made it
Still at my finest. Getting wiser, man I'm only aging
Sorry, I ain't mean to worry ya in my golden state, it's
Just a part of me maturing from the children phases
I must say it, for my age I feel and look amazing
Don't know if these niggas crazy or they hating
Fuk whoever out here naming their favorites and ain't say me
Been flaming it since I came in
Off the brain or the page
Every phrase you hear me say
No exaggerating or faking
In the flesh, it's a living legend up in ya presence
And this here record could self destruct in any second
Don't kill the messenger, I'm here with the message
That I'm still the fuk'n best at ripping letters up, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Latoyia Mcknight
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