Lil Mama - 4PM (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Lil' Mama] Came in the game as a youngin Out in Miami, y’all was calling me family like it was nothing And when it got thick y’all was frontin Never [?] hey yo East, you remember Everybody mind they business till they need a feature Cuz you picking up steam and your name will fill the bleachers The way y’all feel I don’t need you neither Cuz you feel like you don’t need me neither I thank the Lord I ain’t bitter High spirits, high cheekbones, no fillers And y’all don’t know nothing realer I got the model physique spitter, stone cold k**er Figure I been trill since Aaliyah was rocking Hilfiger Up in Harlem, on the hill getting skrilla On my downtime catch me on the island in the villa When it come to rap I just do it cuz I’m the greatest Like Bomaye in his prime I just pay it For I Jedi too fly for you Darth Vader’s f** I give about a hater when I’m getting paper That’s right (That’s right) And you know that just the basis When I study the game it’s hands-on The Plan be to make it then put your man’s on Supply enough rope, that’s legs to stand on Anybody ting get in my way get bland on It ain’t no competition and it ain’t no contest Y’all know I’m the best even if y’all don’t confess And when it come to flows don’t talk to me about no flows I’m big pimpin baby minus the hoes And you can be LeBron, Steph Curry or Kobe I’m still numero uno D Rose And you was my daughter like I told you before It’s Mama’s house like we hitted it raw And you ain’t got no sons I be hearing you talk crazy but you really is buns So when you talk, talk politely And when you tread, tread lightly Cuz the ice getting thinner like 6666, it’s gon be a cold winter I know why the generation lacking respect Cuz y’all [?] never fight to protect, y’all only fight to neglect And y’all don’t ride unless we repping y’all set Like you ain’t realize it’s all about the capital yet This all about the Benji’s, y’all don’t care about no culture Y’all open the doors for these culture vultures It ain’t my fault, I ain’t Urkel, I ain’t do that And so what if I hurt you, get through that Unresolved issues with the big homie And all these middle men a bunch of big phonies I been a threat before I signed to Sony Still wavy with the water sipping on Dasani Acting like y’all know me, y’all don’t know me If you really checking for me send a check for me Yeah and I’m still getting checks like Nike owe me OVO, I’m October’s Very Own 10.4.88 when I was born 9 pounds 13 ounces all facts I been doing it big, that’s why they cut through my moms For my [?] I get a breath from my lungs And no matter how far I go I don’t never forget where I’m from You know I’m the one And y’all might win some but y’all just lost one Come on