04

Bap, bap

A star born in '04

They don't know the half, they wanna know more

I'm so sure it took a lotta chaos to be this calm

Behind a chauffeur, what's my ETA?

My VCA official from the store

And I'm real to the core

Trouble me, I make them bring harm

I can see the fake all in your face and when you talk, like lip balm

I go to my nanny for advice

She's like "Always say your prayers, stay protected, read this Psalm"

I can't find the words to explain

Woke up with all my dreams in my face, it's insane

You know my name like you don't know me

And in nothing they can't see me

Cah' you know that I don't play fair

Nah

I'm always in Mayfair, now it's linguine

Come up from the concrete

Now I'm jumping out Bond Street on the way there

Rip tags, now every room got a en-suite

They're big mad

You keep running up your mouth, like you ain't running up no bread

Bitch, I'm bossed up for real, not for fake, what I said

When I get the kettle

Gimme the booger bezel, they ain't on my level

Like I don't really know what they think in their head

You do a lot of talking, run your mouth like a fed

Them bitches too tired, get 'em fired, send it bed

Could never be me 'cah that's dread

But you heard what I said

The same I remain, fuck the fame

All the times in the rain, that's how my flowers came

No handouts or freebies and while they catch Zeze's

Me, I was up 'cause, why? I need mills

In the morning, eyes bloodshot

I'm from the hood, is that a firework or gunshot?

I need a house, somewhere pretty in the hills

I'm grateful, but I feel like I need bigger wins

I'm such a introvert

I'm changing up my number like I'm losing all my Little Simz

I could never dwell, tryna make my pockets swell

Like I'm really on to bigger things

Them bitches no name, so lame

But me? I'm in my own lane, cocaine Forces

Remember when they ran up? You were standing where the porch is

Like run from who please? The Bentley got two B's

I write my bars and never think hard

You know it's only new plates from I got my pink card

You keep running up your mouth, like you ain't running up no bread

Bitch, I'm bossed up for real, not for fake, what I said

When I get the kettle

Gimme the booger bezel, they ain't on my level

Like I don't really know what they think in their head

You do a lot of talking, run your mouth like a fed

Them bitches too tired, get 'em fired, send it bed

Could never be me 'cah that's dread

But you heard what I said