Rosey

They say they like me but I don't.

They say I really think you like.

And I say but I don't.

 

I am the preposition.

Above ya'll bitches, that's where I am sitting.

Being pretty, I'm in position.

Spitting fifty fifty, send the competition.

Fakies who probably jukes the flow.

And then keep the con's next to the pros.

Beg to not tell a soul.

In minute I'm a spit lyrically.

Put these hittas in a hurry.

Me in beast mode makes deli.

I'm chefing up, the season's curry.

Everything is basic.

Bring me back to the eighties.

This right here is epidemic.

Hip hop ain't left we just def and it's everybody's specialties.

It's as common as the double D's and the pussies in lyrics, now that

rappers rap in hieroglyphics.

 

They say they like me but I don't.

They say I really think you like.

And I say but I don't.

 

Cut the bullshit.

I'm not spooning nobody.

Lame hittas shift to the left move to the potty.

Ya'll niggas got in trouble with mommy.

Last name's sniper.

First lines targeting these vipers.

I am the bombess.

I am the lead in the game so there's no need for a contest.

Stop the singing, dancing the same.

Biting flows and now they not fitting the frame.

How idealistic.

The irony I'm a female prolific.

This is horrific, waves just changed.

Pussy niggas switiching lanes.

Remembered when they ain't want to pitch in.

Now I'm like stop the bitchin.

I won't get them anything.

Bring in the apologies but real G's remember everything.

 

They say they like me but I don't.

They say I really think you like.

And I say but I don't.