I’m no rapper but I like words
Better than the shallow rumors they heard
They mad I curved the heard
I said what I said
It may be absurd
I can careless about the socials
I’m being classy
They acting local
They so upset
I’m being hopeful
Faith over fear
Bambi they stumble
They drag my name through the mud
Falling from Heaven they heard the thud
Trippin if I approach them like “Aye Skud.”
That’s when they fake smile and tryna hug
But like a lady I keep my distance
I hear the things
I just never mention
Cuz ima silent linguistic vixen
Fine as Heaven
Hot as Hell’s Kitchen