Lisa Simpson

Wish you had a beat like this
Still be my biggest fan
And still try to sneak like diss
Ya homie read my lips

We can't make this a combo
If it doesn't feed my chips
I'm over flavored, I'm over seasoned
Every line known to be heavy set
Bolder for no other reason

I told them jokes to get cold and mean it
Ya I'm heated
I wouldn't want to see your face
If we both competed

The whole demeanor is bad
From her chosen speech down
To the ink in her pad
Only 12 times a year ya

She bleeds on her pad
But it's 24/7 ya man's tryna leech off a fad
I get it poppin' like a Fenty bomb

How would a queen come on top of this beat
How could she possibly turn around
Hop on top of defeat?

You tell her raise to her feet
But you got your foot sitting on her way up
Eyes up at me
But as soon as she moves
She get sprayed up?

Yo how that shit feel inside of yo eyes?
Forced to continue life with ya
Sight going blind
Mind's intertwine

Money's scuffed up
From taking a financial beating ya whole life
Societies incline of holding you back
From finding yo spine

They don't want you feeling sturdy
They don't want you recognized
They don't want to see your value
They only want to sexualize

But what they don't seem to understand is
At the center lays the seed of life
The birth of all thing paradise yo its life