Vindictive lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, rest in peace Prodigy, man
You know I'ma hold the city down, though, for sure, haha
Y'all who the f*ck it is
B, haha
Yeah, they ain't gon' like this one
I mean what the f*ck did y'all think was gon' happen, though?
Do y'all not know what the f*ck I do?
This type of sh*t right here keep me going (We gotta do this sh*t the right way)
b*tch
Slow down for what?
Look

[Verse 1]
Who holding my city down? You can't name no one else (Hell no)
Post a flyer for a show, then I came by myself (By myself)
f*ck n*ggas thought, I don't hang with the help (Yeah)
I ain't ask for this sh*t, I played the hand I was dealt (Lil' b*tch)
You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as sh*t (I'm what?)
You just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and sh*t (You is)
Shootin' vids, but wear the same clothes twice in them sh*ts (You did)
But you winnin'? Touchin' this chicken? Dog, who writing her sh*t? (Who is?)
I swear they pus*y and they frauds, I ain't likin' this sh*t
I'm Big B, your big homie, I ain't fightin' and sh*t
Put this pole down your throat like I'm pipin' this b*tch
When I rhyme, I'm snatchin' souls, b*tches quiet as sh*t
I guess these n*ggas heard I'm single, okay, now they tryna f*ck (They is)
I make b*tches put it up, 'cause if they don't, they gettin' touched (They did)
Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much
I make b*tches leveled up or make them pick that metal up
[Chorus]
'Cause it's the real (It's the real), B, b*tch
Who with this rap sh*t? It's me, b*tch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen sh*t
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen sh*t
'Cause it's the real (Real), B, b*tch
Who with this rap sh*t? It's me, b*tch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen sh*t
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen sh*t

[Verse 2]
Even when I'm on chill, anywhere, I stand out
How b*tches so tough, whole time head down?
Shouldn't've said my name, I got the upper hand now (Lucky me, n*gga)
You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now (Shoot at me, n*gga)
How the f*ck a b*tch gon' mimic, then flex? (What?), claim she up next (What?)
Talk the shoot 'em up, bang, but ain't did sh*t yet? (You ain't did nothin', n*gga)
Not with nobody, you don't really be on sh*t
You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no b*tch (What?)
It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes (Y'all is)
I'm the same one who told you Joe should buy your ass some clothes (I'm one hundred, n*gga)
When I seen you, I seen ho, would I f*ck your n*gga? No (Nah)
Lil' B, I'm grown as f*ck, my pus*y fatter than your nose
When I seen you was froze, you ain't even have a chain on Should've cheese-necked your ass and told you quit it with the lame song
But I'm a real b*tch, I ain't no bully, these b*tches can't get to me
That b*tch know that she can't whoop me, so act up, then I'm on fully
Before you had a name, you was all on my di*k (You was all on my di*k)
Kept postin' me and my b*tch, I was posin' with that stick
Then you got some fame and started copying my sh*t (What?)
People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my sh*t (The real f*ckin' B)
You don't do this rap sh*t, mami, you just want a following (What?)
It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling (You should've tried)
These bars light as f*ck, I got a lot of sh*t that's bottled in
Talkin' numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's following (What?)
When sh*t get real, y'all make calls and say it's over (You pus*y)
Been the same b*tch who used to post up on the corner
In the club off Patrón, probably standing on the sofa
Hate for what, lil' B? You want a gun with no diploma
You ain't even from the Road, better try that sh*t again (What?)
And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again? (Why you lie to them again?)
Wanna keep it strictly music, I'ma body her again (I'ma body her again)
All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again (I know it's probably her again)
Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city" (And you did, f*ck n*gga)
So why the f*ck you tryna make your artist go against me? (Why you is, f*ck n*gga?)
You probably write her sh*t, but them guns, you can't convince me (What?)
Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a semi
You ain't got enough muscles for the Draco not to kick back
Lil' bald-head b*tch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched
Banging on a toddler, lil' ho, I wouldn't have did that
You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at
I tried being nice, but I'ma tear your ass apart
On my mama, you was scared, see, I really got a heart
I know n*ggas geekin' you, you could've played it smart
But now I gotta Shether you and really make it hard
[Interlude]
I swear to God I seem to have a soft spot
When I see b*tches is not with that sh*t for real, like
Hoes, I'm
I'm on the sidewalk, n*gga

[Verse 3]
This rap filled with corny n*ggas, I ain't gotta lie (I ain't gotta lie)
So when my n*ggas done rappin', I ain't really got a lot (I ain't really got a lot)
You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block (You ain't really on the 6)
And that sh*t so disrespectful, b*tch, I really did a lot (You ain't really did sh*t)
Rapping like you 'bout it when we clearly know you not (You ain't really on sh*t)
Lil' b*tch, I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped (Lil' b*tch, you can get hit)
Type of b*tch to drop the gun, and can't even run a spot
She so grown, but when I ho her, n*ggas actin' like she not (Huh?)

[Chorus]
'Cause it's the real (Real), B, b*tch
Who with this rap sh*t? It's me, b*tch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen sh*t
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen sh*t

[Outro]
It's the real, lil' ho (b*tch)
How the f*ck you actin' crazy?
Better know what the f*ck time it is
'Bout to smack the sh*t out your ass (Dumb-ass ho)
Come back on that sh*t again
Man, I should pop you in your motherf*ckin' mouth like your mama said
b*tch
Who the f*ck is this b*tch talkin' to, man?