Nikki McKnight - I Rep Still lyrics

King Nix. The woman, not the myth Somewhere with a red cup and pouring out a fifth Chewing on some edibles. Feeling most incredible Plotting up how I can add a million to my revenue Baby gon’ make sure I’m straight and I ain’t gotta press her to Just for that, now what she ask me for it’s a pleasure to Lonely at the top, but the b*tch sure got a better view Sometimes you gotta split the circle, call that move the letter Q I be dropping hella jewels expecting fools to catch a few And when they never do I turn to Umar. I need bread for school Game is to be sold and never told, that was said by Snoop Big Boss sh*t. Tell ‘em I’ma need some extra room Queen on my arm that means Royalty is stepping through Ever touch the crown then my lions getting extra food Fuk’n peasant you never move unless I tell you to Check ya schedule. It should be telling you respect is due I’m still a 32 repping, FIEcru stepping. Rapping ass ni**a from the west side Canty And it’s still fu*k these ni**as, damn these hoes, man And I still mind my biz like I’m supposed, man Still big sh*t talking, pimp limp walking Bop looking like I got a big stick on me My girl whooping ass if a b*tch hit on me And after that we planning how to get this money Get a million with a ni**a so I know it’s real Then stick around to figure how to get us both a bill And when I put a ring on that’ll close the deal... If it’s too good to be true that’s how it’s suppose to feel I do only real sh*t, ain’t no faking in me So you know the type of ni**as that be hating Nikki I like my circle with no frauds, Weezy, Drake, and Nicki Cut some branches off the tree for doing shady business Good vibes all around me, that’s the way I’m living I told my babe just fu*k me good and make me steak for dinner And I’ma do whatever making sure them plates get filled up Just don’t complain about me working til we bank a trillion I’m still a 32 repping, FIEcru stepping. Rapping ass ni**a from the west side Canty And it’s still fu*k these ni**as, damn these hoes, man And I still mind my biz like I’m supposed, man I just wanna talk my sh*t, walk with my limp Rep my clique and sex my b*tch Say fu*k these ni**as and damn these hoes If I'm minding my business, means I'm staying out of yours I'm a trip' dub' soldier, chip on my shoulder Live by the code of staying real til it's over The truest you done seen, ain't naan ni**a closer b*tch I done told ya