Sing Like a Girl Rap Like a Boy
Killa
Sing, sing like a girl
Say I sing like a girl, huh
Bar Queen
But I rap like a boy, huh?
But I rap like a boy
Say I sing like a girl, yeah
Yeah and I made the beat too
Wow Killa Yur Krazy
Sing like a girl, rap like a boy
Lesson learned if you ever fucking heard my voice
Train moves along, they want the real McCoy
Imitations spawn they come on without a choice, no
No, I'm not friend if you don't treat me like your boy
If I ain't the homie, when you see me, just avoid
Act like you don't know me don't pretend to be rejoiced
I don't need the mother fucking friction, corduroy
Makes me too sad to think revenge is sweetest joy
You can keep your Twitter fingers you can keep your toys
Already got company, (Three's Company) they came in 3's to join
Anxiety, depression, pain is who they with (Dewitt) like Joyce
Demons in my mind try to make me feel annoyed
Screaming inside when they tell me kill the noise
If you wanna die let my music fill the void
I commend you if you're building when you're still destroyed
Those who know how broke feels but collecting every coin
Those who find the fucking muscle somehow without roids
That's the art of battle, better go make peace with Troy
Takes alotta strength to keep on fighting just like Floyd
May weather heat in LV, (Mayweather/Las Vegas) easy to enjoy
I was born in cold October rainy Illinois, wait
Vegas raised me since the fucking day that I deployed
Midwest just my birthplace, ain't that tech (TECHNO/Technical), no Detroit
See me under, please don't judge my color like a Koi
Tryna get G-Units in my Banks just ask Lloyd
Scheming on em with these schemes has never been my ploy
I can't help the fact I sing and rap, girl, let me tell you, boy
Hold up
I got drive to do both, I'm tired of being coy
I'm taking on the roles (Rolls) and combining them with Royce
Try to make me quit, but it don't work, it's unemployed
I go through hell, but focus still, distractions a decoy
I still go pound for pound, I got a Jones, bitch, I'm Roy
Still I keep it chili, kinda sweet, mango chamoy
Doubt my skillys til I pop like pillys and a groin
I just keep my distance, boy, you don't hear me though, Ahoy
Wow Killa Yur Krazy
Sing, sing like a girl
Say I sing like a girl, huh
Bar Queen
But I rap like a boy, huh?
But I rap like a boy
Say I sing like a girl, yeah
Yeah and I made the beat too
Wow Killa Yur Krazy
Sing like a girl, rap like a boy
Lesson learned if you ever fucking heard my voice
Train moves along, they want the real McCoy
Imitations spawn they come on without a choice, no
No, I'm not friend if you don't treat me like your boy
If I ain't the homie, when you see me, just avoid
Act like you don't know me don't pretend to be rejoiced
I don't need the mother fucking friction, corduroy
Makes me too sad to think revenge is sweetest joy
You can keep your Twitter fingers you can keep your toys
Already got company, (Three's Company) they came in 3's to join
Anxiety, depression, pain is who they with (Dewitt) like Joyce
Demons in my mind try to make me feel annoyed
Screaming inside when they tell me kill the noise
If you wanna die let my music fill the void
I commend you if you're building when you're still destroyed
Those who know how broke feels but collecting every coin
Those who find the fucking muscle somehow without roids
That's the art of battle, better go make peace with Troy
Takes alotta strength to keep on fighting just like Floyd
May weather heat in LV, (Mayweather/Las Vegas) easy to enjoy
I was born in cold October rainy Illinois, wait
Vegas raised me since the fucking day that I deployed
Midwest just my birthplace, ain't that tech (TECHNO/Technical), no Detroit
See me under, please don't judge my color like a Koi
Tryna get G-Units in my Banks just ask Lloyd
Scheming on em with these schemes has never been my ploy
I can't help the fact I sing and rap, girl, let me tell you, boy
Hold up
I got drive to do both, I'm tired of being coy
I'm taking on the roles (Rolls) and combining them with Royce
Try to make me quit, but it don't work, it's unemployed
I go through hell, but focus still, distractions a decoy
I still go pound for pound, I got a Jones, bitch, I'm Roy
Still I keep it chili, kinda sweet, mango chamoy
Doubt my skillys til I pop like pillys and a groin
I just keep my distance, boy, you don't hear me though, Ahoy
Wow Killa Yur Krazy
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Writer(s): Priscilla Hansak
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