Hot Dish

I got a lot on my chest, so here's my breast reduction

I hear the sounds of gums bumping, they ain't saying nothing

I'm sick and tired of being typecast like Lindsay Lohan

When I'm gonna probably outlast most of these niggas flowing

A cover girl with the mouth of a tommy gun

Blow trees and I will blow you away when I'm on the stage

I guess that's why I got them shivering they're very afraid

I guess that's why my checks thin cause dem hate

They steady instigatin' on what they hate on

I'm the rainbow bridge like a pack of 50 crayons

Cause I ain't got no beef with no body

But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby

I ain't your hook girl, boo, I'm your feature

And I don't need your attention because of my features

I swear to God I feel like a piece of meat every time I'm walking home or even a block from lake street

Man, give me room the only rapper with a womb that will spit that 16 bars to send you rappers to the tomb

Me and my crew we ain't playin' around

Cause ever since we landed we just been the talk of the town

While I talk I remember those who paid the price

I lost my pops man I wish he was alive

I can't let go of the past, he never heard me rap

So I carry his spirit on my back in Minneap

Lizzo in this thing so great, to complement my shape

Nicknamed hot dish complements of the state

I see you hungry niggas

Here you go, some steak

I guess you are what you eat

I guess you're Lizzo taint

Apologies to my mother she thinks that I'm a saint

Apologies to the rappers I dusted out the gate

Yo, I see you munching on my plate

Rip to any beat I meet, see ya

All these hoes wanna suck my (gasp)

But I don't got a (gasp) so I tell them deal with it

All these niggas wanna ride my (gasp) but I don't got a (gasp)

So I tell them deal with it

I peter piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice

Paprika, eureka, I see ya pow! pow!

My mouth is a gun and the bullets that kaow! kaow!

Are ammo of the knowledge that you don't know

But know now

Sick and tired of these hypocrites

I generations to back me up

Mama Kirkwood and Daddy Jefferson had to deal with it so I'm done

They raped and murdered my ancestors

Hung my great uncle from a tree

So when I look at that maple branch I look in the mirror and say could be me

All of these niggas don't know where I'm from

All of these hoes they just wanna have fun

Acting like junkies

Looking like bums

Lower than scum

What's lower scum

What's lower than dumb?

The ignorance displayed by his insolence

He sprayed all the businesses

And laid someone's significant other and mother and brother in the streets

Who said that was OK?

Who said that was cool?

I said it was cool

So what's all the blues, bitch

Take a dip the city's swimming in blood pools