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[Intro]
I can't find the f*cking pocket, n*gga
What the f*ck?

[Verse]
Uphill battle 'gainst patriarchy with a plastic knife
That'll probably be the synopsis of my f*cking life
Doing all that "Pick me" sh*t to be somebody's f*cking wife
Tuh, I'd rather lay where f*cking lightening strike
Who hurt you? b*tch, I'm a walking open wound
So shut the f*ck up, before you meet your maker soon
I break what your mama gave ya, yo ma can't save ya
Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it
Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress
I don't meet to be rude, but goddamn that di*k was faceless
But that face was spacious
So I copped a squat and rode it slow like Miss Daisy
Tryna shake him like McGrady