I am equally hated and loved
I love being loved
With out hate this wouldn’t be possible
Time is relapsing collapsing the
The sounds I use to clap and snap my fingers to

I use to wake up with the sweet taste of
Music on my breath
now my Rap gingivitis is
Replaced with the sour taste of
Well I don’t know exactly what this taste is
Disguising what music use to be
It’s this same stuff this lame stuff
That brings me to the conclusion that
a&r’s need to step their game up.

I know what they want to do to me
But I won’t let them.
Even if I decide to
After they throw short dresses and
Long weaves on me and make me into a
Foxy brown rag doll
they can all Kiss my ass in macy’s window.

Respect my individuality
Sex aint selling like it use to
Niggas are really getting ass these days
More than what I can say for a lot of these a&r’s