FTF. (Monologue) This one… is for all the bitches and all the niggas that had shit to say about me… I know none of y’all believed in me. Plotting against me and praying for my downfall. Well… no weapon forged against me shall prosper… First thing first shut yo bitch ass up Got up on the wrong foot and I’m all turnt up Got bitchesss talking, dissing me behind my back All that white on your nose, is it coke or crack? I’m done playing nice, time to add some spice Look away when you address me, yo breath smells like ass I’ll be damned if from yo broke ass I take some advice You a slave to the game and I roll the dice I be quiet, nice and patient when I should break some noses You bitter bitch still look up to me, like I am Moses I’ll drown yo ass and drink to that, bring in the mimosas Better watch yo back you stupid rat, you belong in the trenches I make it sound… so easy, It just comes out… effortlessly, Like that time Bruce said Call me Caitlyn You might need some assistance And you might need some guidance I need me some new Jordan’s And a couple of Trojans Beat it hard Michael Jackson Ballin hard like I’m Jordan In the works, it’s in motion Soon I’ll cause some commotions I don’t just dream about things I go get em When I talk my shit just know that I mean it I’ve been laying bars on beats for a minute When they ask who murdered that shit Yea I did Whipping nothing but exotic cars Cause I’m foreign Z A I R E Representing 2 4 3 in this bitch Who gone stop me? Only way I’d stop? Soki Nzambe a lingi Na zui musala just to stack up some money And a side hustle cause I always want more money Pretty motherfucka like lord flacko yea