Pull up to the show like Turn up! You dont see me never stevie Wonder Do believe me billy deanie Cuz im not doing freebies On the tv Rappers give me heebie jeebies Not cuz im scared of the flow Cuz i hate how they breathing No offense though I dont want you to die I just want you to throw away your pen notebook and your rhymes Always Cuz you know im bleeding the flows always Menstrual black black shows all day Better stand back back Cuz my verse jaw string tight like a back pack White folks calling mad cops like a rat pack want francs like sinatra Sick and tired of feeling imposter Rilla got the sauce like shoestring pasta And we stay high off life like a rasta shabba shabba Been a shy guy like sabah sabah Stealing my shine don’t honor Then they get cut cut off no barber Barbra Streisand’s diddy I dance for Harlem Can’t stop won’t stop Living my honor Mix talent with a lil bit and trauma Tryna make coins rain down Rihanna They my kids is time to let em go Verses sweeter than some dominos Sugar I don’t smoke the Sweets no mo I just want the swish and pick and rolls Greener than the grass on Fordham road I just want the cash so go and go I just want the presidential rolls Better look back cuz this shit bout to blow like Chorus: life like a rasta shabba shabba Been a shy guy like sabah sabah Still take a chance like vic Thank mick cuz the water i sip pure agua agua Everybody want those commas commas Everybody want those comma, comma Everybody is a lil man in my vision man And I feel like they father father T.I.N.A Turn up x4 T.I.N.A Tina Turnup x2 Verse 2 This that Tina Turnup what you thought it was Rocking mics and Ike’s cuz this ain’t sweet like peanut butter And If you hating then don’t come around collie budz Asking homies for the plug Pippin way before the buzz Buzz me up I’m Scotty in the paint Only dudes I trust is in the bank Benjamin was calling me today But I just told him let my freedom ring Money power drugs and in between I’m the margin stud periphery I don’t smoke the bud but got the keys Win forever win forever dean Go hard like debris I’m cold 10 degrees I never been fake or snake Wigs and weave I know I make my mistakes Like band mates of josh Derek Danny and Jake I can’t take y’all with me Abuse got me feeling like Whitney Or whipleys Please believe it or not They simmer im hot Give me veggies or cock The great gatsby flopped The slave star from scotch tape Theyll never mold me They don’t promote me So I just made my own lane and car keys My yesterday was Coldplay and heartbreaks But now I know I’m gone sell out Barclays Been grinding way before sconex MySpace I went from daddy’s old SRO case To 15k to make my debut tape a Boston bedroom A New York landscape Chorus: life like a rasta shabba shabba Been a shy guy like sabah sabah Still take a chance like vic Thank mick cuz the water i sip pure agua agua Everybody want those commas commas Everybody want those comma, comma Everybody is a lil man in my vision man And I feel like they father father T.I.N.A Turn up x4 T.I.N.A Tina Turnup x2

To The World I’m breaking down all y’all walls Can’t break me down I don’t fall From Harlem world to Hong Kong x4 Verse: Everybody grab a passport vacate the premises of the masters I relay the messages of ancestors If you don’t like my lyrics You can press fast forward reading these rappers like I do flash cards The flow so nosty like I drive fast cars The beat so bouncy like big tits want more plaque plastic and gold prints I want more more freedom and road trips and more commas banks accounts and less drama the flow kinda Like rivers in Wakanda my skin blacker than panthers in Asia Haha No jokes and no gimmicks This Ish heres a def jams Blame Simmons sincere No scam No credit These rappers wanna be me but that’s just another edit Chorus: To The World I’m breaking down all y’all walls Can’t break me down I don’t fall From Harlem world to Hong Kong x4 Verse2: African American goddess Black folks be the same dope that god is No smoke but they chain gold as karats Tryna hang with moguls like Diddy Oprah in Paris Then they blame the locals Man I hate these cowards Getting fame from socials that don’t mean you got talent They don’t ever wanna pay us what they know they supposed to So Imma make you dance getting paid for vocals And raise the focal points Shots we must abort I don’t drink or snort Cold I face the north Poles my exes sport Sold my self for more Prose all in my core Whorey heart teamarr Magic metaphors Man I must be more Mary madelene Many man like 50 cent I got 2 more Make a dollar with 10 10 cent my passion For more Many riper ton ton ton the queer one in store I don’t need a deadbeat friend with enemies galore Haters they pretend tend tend I know they love me more Barbie and the ken ken ken Dolls I said I break walls I’m gender neutral And binary Shoutout to my rivalries Look at all them eyeing me Why they admiring me Maybe I’m inspiring them Look at all the irony pressed like society I don’t got the time for me Chorus: To The World I’m breaking down all y’all walls Can’t break me down I don’t fall From Harlem world to Hong Kong x4