Living on Edge - Black Power

All up in my back

All up in my back

All up in my back trying to take my track

Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshlight

And all you weezy bumb bitches got your chest tight

Weak bitch you couldn’t beat me with your best might

I’m burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over Left’s eye

Hold up, I’m busy killing these bitches

If not that then I’m giving them stitches

I’m burning them down then I’m cutting these bitches

If they talk shit then I’m kicking they lips in

If you talk shit then I’m kicking your lips in

They drippin' with blood, till they’re literally spittin'

I’m all in your face, I’ve got something to spit in

Hold up, wait — time for recollection

If rap is crucified, bitch I’m the resurrection

The best kept secret — You is indiscretion

I’m here to fucking teach em', you the fucking lesson

You and me a wild fire to a matchstick

I’m a fucking problem, you don’t wanna add this

Hold up — You don’t wanna add this

Better yet go learn your shoes and your bags bitch

Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life

I’m gonna die of laughter

Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear «Succubi»

Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass diss to Jim Jones

You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you

Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott

And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember

Bitch I’m from the 313

Whip the fuckin' meat cleaver out like who want beef

Fuck you gonna do with this Diplo flow

Dissed you on own your shit, you should dip low ho

Wait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental break

So you forever be broke with expensive taste

I bet you won’t leap, ol' frog ass bitch

Pussy ass Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch

Hold up

Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember

«Let's steal her fans, we’re not really friends with this bitch»

And I was like, oh ok, we’re all good

Bitch, I got ammo on you

Bitch, you don’t want war

But we’re just gonna tell what happened when we were together

I was in the City, chillin' with a bum bitch

You was in my text, looking for some pity, bitch

«I'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City shit

My boyfriend left me, my heart finna' break»

Bitch, you be fucking niggas on they oxygen tank

Shit, I be making moves, bitch, plotting my fate

Looking at you wack hoes like who’s spot should I take

Wait, Rocawear, Rainbow, now you’re on your Wang shit

Rapunzel gon' be missing like her edges and her bangs is

Really, I was hoping you would clap first

But either way I’mma gonna give you that work

I’m the one everybody say you can’t be

You know it too, cause I’m the only one you ain’t tweet

Nappy-headed Chia pet, ghetto fucking Easter Bunny

Eat up every track, Esta Noche — Munchi

I’m like genuinely laughing on this shit

That’s why she doesn’t really talk much

Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch

Don’t tell me when you’re going to London for a month

Don’t say, oh, you’re so

Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with Paul Epworth

Did he play you the track that I ripped

Did he play your style that I stole, bitch

Give me the beat, let me work that bass

He played that for me, I didn’t like it

Bitch put an album out

I think my album’s more done than yours

And I just started a week ago

You out here sleeping on studio floors

Wasting money on Digi-videos and Photoshop

Stop it, bitch