Missy Elliot
All I want is candy paint for the ride
My nigga I don’t know how to drive
20 something with a fucked self esteem
Some days I’m up others days I’m between
All these people keep giving me congratulates
But they don’t even care how I got the plate
Process I entrust into everything
Compliments I injest mean a tiny thang
Do you know why this caged bird sings
Cause every time I rap I be snapping over things
Tired of these wack niggas taking what I bring
My aunties click clack if you really wanna really swing
I don’t need ya fake ya hoo rays
Fuck these lames, I co create with Gods
And cause I got intellect don’t mean that snob
Shy type, but in my place I make em weak ones whoa like its Black Rob
need She
give respect to missy Elliot
You need she
Stop fronting you better this
You need she
It ain’t all peachy mister
We balance out the frame
You know you need she mister
need She
Give respect to missy Elliot
You need she
Stop fronting you aint better this
You need she
It ain’t all peachy mister
We balance out the frame
You know you need she mister
I am in my bag
And if your mad
Well Mister, aint my bad my nigga
I just love my faults
And that is not my fault
All I wanted was to understand why you hate
For this rap shit I held off everything
20 something I don’t even know how to drive
metrocard open bar, guess I’ll be fine
saying you a star, and man I believe you
But what’s wrong when they say that I got juice
Cause I don’t Kim K or play the world’s way
I don’t give a fuck about her ass shots okay
They keep telling me some shorty taking my lane
Like they aint enough space for more Queens
This is why I just be tired of the race
To keep going feel like I been I’m running place
Fuck the hamster wheel
I’m taking mine still
And fuck what you think
I make own rules for real
you had thoughts on ping pong
But not for long
Call it Tetris
going where I belong
need She
give respect to missy Elliot
You need she
Stop fronting you better this
You need she
It ain’t all peachy mister
We balance out the frame
You know you need she mister
need She
Give respect to missy Elliot
You need she
Stop fronting you aint better this
You need she
It ain’t all peachy mister
We balance out the frame
You know you need she mister
I am in my bag
And if your mad
Well Mister, aint my bad my nigga
I just love my faults
And that is not my fault