Got a purple heart for war, and I ain’t never left the City
I’m like a perm. Somethin’ every girl in the ghetto need
I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap
Got a buck left, shit is nothing
So don’t try being no devil , cuz I definitely aint no saint
When they reminiscenced over Wu, my God
I got raped when I was eleven, Twist. And I loved it
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Your style is generic. Mine’s authentic made
So if you really involved from the streets to the blogs
You’ll be familiar with the God
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as
I’ma be a fucking rapist in a Jason mask