My Forte lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
Cry, cry, cry
I started to cry, cry, cry
I started to cry, cry, cry
I started to cry, cry, cry
I started to cry

[Verse 1: Lou Phelps]
Yo, how many mics do I rip on the daily
My n*ggas getting money, you not even getting a penny
How many shows do I rip annually
Your boy be getting money, your man stacking a felony
So much it got you looking like a cat
You realize your only exit out the hood is to rap
I been getting n*ggas salty like a culinary chef
Boom bow, I kicked them, the beat is still fresh to death
Oh, you see the 'Preme on my back, right?
I got your b*tch asking like, "Who is that guy?"
Bomber jackets 'cause we going to war
Do not need a receiver, foot flex on the floor
Um, she talking 'bout she only wants to f*ck billionaires
The billionaires want some b*tches with some real hair
Money so long, call that sh*t weave
Flying overseas, used to call that sh*t weak
For some of y'all, swag jacking is a hobby
Never catch me slacking, procrastination is my forte
Caso is what, wanted the husband of Beyonce