They said I'd never make it, just another hopeful white girl
Hangin' out in this predominately black knurl
Pokin' knob on the surface of the Earth, yes
I know this shit looks crazy, but I'm workin' just to hurt less
Yeah. They doubtin', but it's expected
They don't wanna admit that a white girl just wrecked it
Suspect to not be affected by the subject to defleckment
Just cause I didn't come abject, I came correct, kid
And ya best believe that
Just cause I'm not the fuckin' imagery that
You bitches expect to come out of this music
Doesn't mean you can't open up to some new shit, bitch

Bluntly, I just wanna defuse this idea that I can't rip it up
And lay back with a glass of Coke, smilin' as I sip it up
Hearin' my shit blazin' from the local station
Famin', like I gave a virgin to Satan
You can try and break me, try hard as you can
I've gotta lotta heart like I robbed the tin man
With a stack in my hands big like it's precious
I don't really know another way to express this
A lot of you rappers are sittin' on my check list
Pop tart flex, bitch. Now it's time for breakfast
Lemme eat these bitches, no soulja boy though
I'm pushin' like a river, with my slow flow
You come troopin' through my set, stompin on my territory
Say it was an accident, better come up with a better story
You don't wanna be the one to piss me off, man
Unless you wanna be the one to make the forensics' top 10
Look, this beat is really too calm
For me to be firing off, so excuse the alarm
I should really seize the moment to appreciate livin
It's a given that us rappers are strictly self-driven
With first person statements flooding the airwaves
They all wrapped up in themselves tighter than hair braids
I'm gonna be the first to open up and see
That there's really other rappers out there better than me
Call me modest