No mercy Young M.A

Oh this what we doin?

Took the cold out my heart went and put it on a watch
Middle finger hangin out the Benz, feel like Pac
Spittin on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin for me, I was waitin at the top
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision
God told me do it, so I did it on 'em
And hoes gon be hoes, I ain't trippin on em
Niggas dyin to be me, so I'm livin on 'em
Since they want to pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em

I don't feel her like she feel me, but I'm feelin on her
She thought the sky was fallin when I dropped the ceiling on em
Then she went and dropped her panties
Fuck your heart, I want a Grammy
Don't take Molly, don't take Xannies
But there's weed inside the pantry
I get high, to get by
She go low 'cause she my hoe
Shout-out Reem, that's the bro
Shout-out to my muthafuckin woes
We ain't never home, we on the road
Ain't no letting up ain't catching up, we on a roll
Pull up in a skrrt skrrt, hop out then I brrrp brrrp
Cameras out, hold up, let me pose
Pretty muthafucker put me on the front of Vogue
Niggas try to be tha bro, but they don't know the code
I put Her in History and sold around the globe
This about to be the greatest story never told, nigga