It's Funny

[Chorus:]

It's funny how rappers talk about how much they flip

I really don't care, it's whatever type shit

Funny how I really don't care

Funny how I really don't care

Funny how rappers talk about how much they flip

I really don't care, it's whatever type shit

Funny how I really don't care

Funny how I really don't care

[Verse 1:]

Hey yo, figured this chick ridiculous a long time ago

The antidote to whack rappers like a Reef quote

Underfunded, well-groomed so fuck it

Do em all [? ] but I

Speed it up for all the duly rap Kool G Rap loving cats

Imagine that, I could snap your neck back

Viciousness rip your head off like liquorice

You could come one come all, it's still effortless

I had a lot to prove and now I don't, come out your throat and

Choke on your own shit, you weaker than your own clique

So step to it, I could break you down like a therapist do it

You insecure, stupid

So say what you want or write your problems in a bottle

Throw em in the ocean like a corny Danielle Steel novel

Cause ain't nobody see you, I'm above sea level

I am an island that y'all cling to

Rap, could have left that shit alone but that's too easy

I see the way you eyeing me, taking me for a cheesy type

Chicken don't confuse me with your woman

Who play with many balls like a baseball mitten

[? ] that's a lesson you could learn the hard way

Like being sent to prison wrongly convicted of child rape

I hurt you, woman to man it's not personal

[? ] the girl that birthed you, find her and reverse you, bye bye

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[Verse 2:]

Rap messiah rapid fire at you tired-ass liars

Mastermind crack writer that inspires that biter

Don't want to sound like me, the underground OG

I done go in the booth drunk from guzzling down OE

And paint a [? ] picture for the world to see

Only thing on earth that's nicer than my girl is me

I know that I'm cocky dude but how could I not be rude?

I can't begin to try to count all the artists I probably chewed

And [? ] I done had mommy nude

And I was butt-ass myself so we mashed like [? ]

And the rest is a given, nah fuck that I'm a tell you

Man her neck was in rhythm then we sexed in the kitchen

Trying to tell you that's what you get when you're fresh with your spittin'

So in New York or not I'm still next to a pigeon

Hip hop fans better form a rescue division (why?)

Cause anybody gets down on my journey to the ground

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[Verse 3:]

Your bitch ain't as nice as me cause I ain't a bitch

I'm that grown woman that bitches aspire to be

Their cats try to see on the low

They tell their chicks they're going to check a show

But it's me that they're checking for

Then they tell me that they don't want their wife

They want a life with a rapper chick

Grass is green and shit, that's why I'm celibate

Fought for the hell of it, I get bored I dip out

Your boyfriend text me when he get bored of you, you flip out

And act like you know but you ain't got shit on me

I roll with one army that's me, you can't harm me

Or what I live for: God, music, and family

All three out of reach bitch, please understand me

I'm untouchable so don't be Sean Connery

My pops was a gangster, mother is God's property (true story)

That makes me something sort of special like an odyssey

What you think you got you don't got on me