Anita Baker

Uh
For no reason
Shining on these n
Too hot, flow freezing
All I see is smoke
Lil' homie, big cheefing
I'm a walking bag of dope
You know it ain't a secret
Get it how I live
And I get it in the evening
Showing out at shows
Spotlight look decent
But imma need the top
Like my car forgot the ceiling
All these hos wilding
But my queen, she a keeper
Pull up with the bang
Make it sang
Like Anita

Baker I'm balling like a Laker
Middle fingers in the sky
Fuck a hater
Head shots, I don't need a chaser
Get guap, all I need is paper
You faking
On the realest n
That done came up out the basement
Its like I'm locked up
With all these bars that I'm facing
So many rappers capping in their lines
To get a placement
I see the top spot
And that bitch is for the taking
When I grab the mic
I can see it in their faces
How you hate a n
With your knees still shaking
How you make a record
But just really made a statement
They say they want that real
So its me y'all been craving
Playing with my name
Lil' Boys just say shit
Talking calliente
We dont speak the same language
I do it for the art
Y'all just want to be famous
Its sad how they comparing me to them

For no reason
Shining on these n
Too hot, flow freezing
All I see is smoke
Lil' homie, big cheefin
Im a walking bag of dope
You know it ain't a secret
Get it how I live
And I get it in the evening
Showing out at shows
Spotlight look decent
But imma need the top
Like my car forgot the ceiling
All these hos wilding
But my queen, she a keeper
She pull up with the bang
Make it sang
Like Anita

Baker I'm balling like a Laker
(Baker I'm balling like a Laker)
(Baker I'm balling like a Laker)
Middle fingers in the sky

(Woah, woah, woah)
Aye
Now we getting higher
Than a fucking skyscraper
She told me she aint going out
Until she got the makeup
Why you gotta cover up your style?
And getting caked up
She love it when I smile
I got her melting like a glacier
N still hating
Oh well, cant blame them
Good on any beat
And this heat, I cant tame it
They say I be on that boom-bap shit
Its straight treason
Like why he popping off?
Cuz I don't do it

For no reason
Shining on these n
Too hot, flow freezing
All I see is smoke
Lil' homie, big cheefin
I'm a walking bag of dope
You know it ain't a secret
Get it how I live
And I get it in the evening
Showing out at shows
Spotlight look decent
But imma need the top
Like my car forgot the ceiling
All these hos wilding
But my queen, she a keeper
Pull up with the bang
Make it sang
Like Anita

Baker I'm balling like a, yea
(Baker I'm balling like a) yea
(Baker I'm balling like a) yea
Middle fingers in the sky