They see my mind and they want to take a peak in
Like why she so dope? Why she so decent?
As if this shit was recent
My cockiness increasin'
Because I could leave them screaming like weekend. I'm [?]
My name is Chizzy from West Philly and I'm tough
All the critics say that all my gangster lines are bluff
That I just hop on the mic and brag a lot and cuss
Yet and still they all managing to listen to my stuff
They say I wear black because of asap and norm stuff
It's like they want to beat my ass but can't afford the Gucci belt
Meanwhile, they wanna check for my wealth and my health
Like a bitch can't do bad by herself. Top shelf
They probably want to hear me rhyme about something else
Like my ass or lack thereof and make a n***a melt
But as soon as I drop that, they screaming she a whore
I'm just wondering like who the fuck I would be hoeing for?

Here come that brand new Chizzy for that ass

Because I've been getting n***as since a youngin and I don't ever hold for nothing
I just ain't too fond of cuffin'
I be frontin', I be frontin'
But people bitching like they want to make it about somethin'
Like I'm here for entertainment y'all ain't listening for nothin'
Men question "who she fucking?" "is she gay?"
Would I answer all your questions if I took ya'll men away?
I was focused on my workload, kissing toes to find a king
All I found was problems so I bought myself my own ring
Make that rings, some ice, some watches, some chains
Rolling up [?] and my n***a can't complain
They ask me do you got a movement, like, why I choose to rap and shit
It can't be because I like to do it? Because this is my path and shit?
Ain't trying to empower woman, equalize the music biz
I'm just trying to tell the truth whatever chance I get
Here come that brand new Chizzy for that ass

When you talking about shit, get a fucking witness
When you talking about my shit, mind your fucking business x2

I am just an ill n***a ready for the kill n***a
You may never see someone dope as me so chill n***a
N***as walking up to me like "Chizzy what's the deal n***a, you going to sign a deal n***a, you going to need a real n***a"
I be in Belize blowing trees with a bunch of bad n***as on they knees high for me
18, want to have my interracial babies
Want to chill in that brand new Mercedes and Gucci
N***as look at me like my name is lil tunechi
With the long hair flowing them bitches are groupies
Truth is, I just want the money where the roofs is
Making lyrical artwork so y'all know what the truth is
Truth is, all the superficial shit is useless
Have them splitting crack until I'm toothless they like, who this
Young Chizzy with the soul and my gold
Annihilating every beast and I'm rolling the deaf hoes
To this I add a couple facts for the new kids just because I said the new shit don't mean two shits