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