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