Lucifer done birthed me
Know these bitches can't hurt me
Yeah, I got longevity
Bird broads can't mess with the
Queen bitch of NY
Big lips and them thin thighs
Pretty face and my skin fine
Melanin like magic
Yo bars be tragic
Still rappin' like a fuckin' mess
Let that chain hang on my chest
My bars be the fuckin' best
Ain't nobody gonna stop a boss
Outfit, fuck what it cost
Money taken, that's your loss
Makin' it in headlines
Ya life at the deadline
Take a trip to the cemetery
You made old like legendary
Beat your ass in January
Won't see that ass till February

Smoke a cig right on the curb (Curb)
You eatin' bread, you a bird (Bird)
Niggas ain't shit but a turd (Turd)
Gettin' money that's the word (Word)
I just might write me a blurb (Yah)
Roll a philly in the burbs (Okay)
Keep a lil' blade in my purse (What?)
Why is you all on my turf? (Yeah)

Satan's angel on top now
I'ma slay these bitches (Slay 'em)
Got the game on lock now
Why play with these bitches? (I don't play)
It's all about me (Me)
And it's not about you (Nope)
I'm in the back of the club (Yah)
Cuttin' up wit' my crew (Crew)
(I'm in the back of the club
Cuttin' up wit' my crew)

Lucifer done birthed me
Know these bitches can't hurt me
Yeah, I got longevity
Bird broads can't mess with the
Queen bitch of NY
Big lips and them thin thighs
Pretty face and my skin fine