I've been out the way, huh?
I've been out the way, huh?
But now I'm in your face, huh?
(Lil Bitch)

Fuck a hook,
It's time to rap,
You niggas wack enough,
I'm black enough,
Don't do the light-skinned shit,
They bullied what?
I fucked a bully up & fucked his girl,
They never swirly'd us,
About the world we're from,
The need to know is we don't give a fuck,
Pretty girl like, "Where you been?,"
I say, "In my head, boo,"
I'm like, "Where I'm s'posed to be?,"
She said, "In my bed, boo!,"
Patience is a virtue I've been holding on too long to,
Need it all now,
That's the energy I'm on to,
Mind you,
I've been out my mind,
Cause I was born to - keep the peace,
But ain't no peace of mind I'm holding on to,
Warned you,
Just leave me alone,
And what you wan' do?,
Made yourself a pest,
Now we exterminating all you,


I've been out the way, huh?
I've been out the way, huh?
But now I'm in your face, huh?
(Lil Bitch)

Add it up,
I've lost a lot,
But ain't subtract enough,
I got my heart,
I got my truth,
And right now, that's enough,
You mad at what?,
At what I am or what I do for her?,
Suck it up,
You ain't shit,
And definitely not to her,
Telephone,
(I don't really think they hearing us)
You ain't shhh,
But I don't have to say it more than once,
You pray a lot?,
I don't think your God is dog enough,
I'm Relly Rott,
The one who's wylin' til they fearing us,
Fear & lust,
Things that got me doing alley smut,
She was paying bills, I was paying for a mouth to f--,
That's a lie,
Couldn't do it, felt all kinds of yuck,
Didn't have the $5, spent my last on TP & a Dutch,
Made it to the crib,
Had my rib laying belly up,
Asking if her thighs would get a hi from tongue or what?,
Rolled the blunt,
No response,
I'm thinking, "what the fuck's a queen going thru to ask for money & a prick to suck?,"
On top of that,
My lady's wanting me on top of that,
Asking for the passion that I had when I was chasing that,
Never knowing that the way I feel has been erasing that,
I was all potential, now it feels like I've been wasting that,
Face the facts,
Don't know a God, I need a face to smack,
Who you judging?,
You ain't ever been where we be at,
Ashamed to call my mama for a dollar,
Eating beats for snacks,
Pussy for my dinner & a place to do my sleeping at,
Can't relax,
I'm only chilling severed body fat,
If your favorite rapper's missing, I know where the body's at,
I got terror tales that if I told, I be in pen for that,
Cause in the streets you claim you in,
We really got no time for rats