Bronx Season

Oh, how you doing? I'm alright

Now how much times do I gotta prove these **** wrong?

And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?

How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?

Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?

All these labels throwing deals from left to right

But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right

All these people think that this shit happen overnight

All that flexin' they be doing shit is all a hype

No tolerance for a hated bitch talking shit

Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick

So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit

And don't be talking all that sorry shit, don't flip the script

I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic

I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight

I see a hater, I'm running down, it's on sight

I throw my hands, I hit 'em left, I hit 'em right

They sleeping on me just because I used to strip

But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP

Blowing up my phone, saying everything I touch is lit

Acting cool and wanna fuck me like they wasn't talking shit

I let 'em live, let the shady motherfuckers live

Get them the price then it's time to show 'em what it is

Don't got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch?

Don't waste my time, I ain't never been no average bitch

Not to mention I did my tour and that shit was winning

Independent, the headline award of feeling

I thank the Lord for every blessing that He has given

I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition

I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this

I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office

Corny bitches tryna keep up look exhausted

Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit

My ex told me I was never gon' be shit

Looky, looky now, looky now, ****, I'm that bitch

What you thought? Yeah you really lost

Now you kinda sick but I ain't never need a ****

I was always on my shit, yeah

I used to stare at magazines on the train

Looking at these models like, "I gotta be this one day"

Fuck around, got myself a name, now I'm getting paid

Left the corny bitches in the grave, now they throwing shade

Oh my god, oh my god, I don't know why I gotta

Prove myself to people that, that I'm done askin' this shit

Like, what the fuck, do I gotta sell my soul or something

Do I gotta sell my pussy or something like, I'm dead ass

I'm so tired of you all, my god, oh hey