Woman Like You
We the ones repping two seven five
Cause I was born just to ride or die
This my life and I'm telling a story
Of a path filled with glory
Started rapping when I was ten, I'm born a writer
Muhammed Ali, I'm born a fighter
This song doesn't show my skills
This songs fun, I got time to kill
Maybe I should go, create another flow
Cause people never happy, all they gonna say no
I'm fifteen with a big dream
And my rap so fire, make a big scene
How you gonna be mad that I spit facts
Saying you're better, we know that that's cap
Said I'm the best and you bitches laughed
I walk the talk and you bitches dance
Three years and it's still the same
I wagged maths so much, I don't know my teachers name
This year I gotta get my credits
But it seems like I'm just getting depression
I don't wanna go to school, I don't wanna go to class
But if I ask, get a bathroom pass
And chill out, but I gotta get back soon
Girls come up to me "omg do you have a hoon?"
I'm over here just chilling on the southside
And I'm messing around have a good time
That's the life of a AO student
We scrap and wag, we young, dumb and stupid
I'm the 2pac of AO, when I go on stage you say "ayo?
That's the Pøison girl right? Her bars are tight"
Of course they are, I just sit here and write man
Cause I was born just to ride or die
This my life and I'm telling a story
Of a path filled with glory
Started rapping when I was ten, I'm born a writer
Muhammed Ali, I'm born a fighter
This song doesn't show my skills
This songs fun, I got time to kill
Maybe I should go, create another flow
Cause people never happy, all they gonna say no
I'm fifteen with a big dream
And my rap so fire, make a big scene
How you gonna be mad that I spit facts
Saying you're better, we know that that's cap
Said I'm the best and you bitches laughed
I walk the talk and you bitches dance
Three years and it's still the same
I wagged maths so much, I don't know my teachers name
This year I gotta get my credits
But it seems like I'm just getting depression
I don't wanna go to school, I don't wanna go to class
But if I ask, get a bathroom pass
And chill out, but I gotta get back soon
Girls come up to me "omg do you have a hoon?"
I'm over here just chilling on the southside
And I'm messing around have a good time
That's the life of a AO student
We scrap and wag, we young, dumb and stupid
I'm the 2pac of AO, when I go on stage you say "ayo?
That's the Pøison girl right? Her bars are tight"
Of course they are, I just sit here and write man
Credits
Writer(s): Zara Rafiq
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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