My Forte

[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 niggas 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 niggas 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 bitch 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 fuck billionaires The billionaires want some bitches with some real hair Money so long, call that shit weave Flying overseas, used to call that shit 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