“Imagine n—as lyin’ about shootin’ a real bitch
Just to save face for rapper n—as you chill with
Imagine me givin’ a fuck it was your fuckin’ birthday
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblocking them n—as, on some dry shit
I don’t want you on a bitch, believe you wouldn’t been invited
And if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Lock yo’ ass up)…
You shot a 5’10” bitch with a .22
Talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullets weren’t pellets
A pussy n—a with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin’ me a bitch
We all know this shit, I coulda came back with (Lil’ ass n—a)…
“Who a snitch? I ain’t never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chance…
“They want me to be the bad guy? Lemme put my mask on
I was chose, I ain’t asked to be this motherfuckin’ cold…
“I’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t sellin’ fairytales…
“Kick me while I’m down bad, I remember all that
Next n—a sent a shot, I’ma sent it right back.”
