My Shayla * SPICE-RILLA

[Part 1: My Shayla]

[Intro]

Don't take my baby

I'm at thirteen thousand dollars a month

What more do you want from me?

Oh my God

My Shayla, my Shayla

[Verse 1]

This is why niggas gotta understand how I be spittin'

Floor can comin' out the stoop look like Audi dissin'

Certain man don't get knocked down unless it's my permission

Certain gyal are gettin' fucked for ridin' with opposition

Sorry, that's the way it goes, nigga, that's just my position

But every now and then, I run into a Robin Givens

Plottin' on my pockets like somehow she went and got the stitchings

I know a lot of y'all was happy when I got the sentence

Lowkey, in yo' mind I know that y'all was sayin' good riddance

I'm just a hood nigga tryna bag some hood bitches

Caught one on the 'Gram the other day, her namе was Delicious

I'm not a kingpin, but live like a king in thе pen

This gangland where they doin' that thing with they hands

My haters spiralin' these days, so don't shit amaze me

But restrainin' orders in prison, yo, that shit is crazy

What more do niggas want from me like Tyreese

When he said it in that one video, cryin' on his knees?

I guess takin' me from my seven-year-old son wasn't enough for you to breathe

The day I got sentenced, my dad stood on them courts' steps and screamed

And niggas laughed and turned it into a meme

But what they ain't know he was conceivin' the prophecy he was seein'

All of the things he was sayin' are startin' to be

[Interlude]

Hahaha, uh

I'm dirty for that one, hahaha

Ayo

[Verse 2]

Roc Nation comin' for Milagro, that's really funny

Even more, they tryna find ways to relate it to me

If I was petty I would countersue 'cause I got evidence

Meghann Cuniff been on payroll to play a dummy

It's gotta be the same standard, if it's the same for me

Accused of rape and y'all don't wanna judge the way you judged me?

Hahaha

Niggas funny, it's funny, it's so fuckin' funny

I'm not allegin' nobody did nothin'

I just don't agree with all that fussin' and fuck shit

All that pickin' and choosin'

All that stickin' and movin'

When it was me, I was socially found guilty before they even proved it

My lawyer was playin' both sides my whole case

I ain't find out 'til I was sittin' in the cage

I stare at the ceilin' think about the shit she made me wave

And Randy Zepeda got paid to manipulate my DNA, haha

Lucky I got Caesar, Mitch, and United The People that's out to slay

At what expense did you pay to get me out the way?

A career that's goin' worse than an album that sellin' 8K?

I'm not the antagonist, I might be ahead of myself

But how much do I gotta take without me defendin' myself?

Sentence me to ten years, I'm here tryna better myself

Four documentaries while I been right here in the cell

And none of which I've never ever consented myself

But y'all would tell a story like I done said it myself

And all of a sudden, I'm harassin' from a cell as if I made every profile page on Reddit myself

They tried to paint me like I'm obsessed

Got an all, pictures on the wall, with a big wax head on my shelf

It's time to get over yourself, nobody even thinkin' about this shit, get over yourself

Niggas got family, and kids, and wives, and all types of shit, nigga

Get over yourself

Niggas really tryna run business, and be big corporation owners

Get over yourself

Get over yourself, yeah

[Verse 3: DSTNY]

Raining all day

Stackin' doin' numbers, but I'm prayin' always

Tryna take me under but all these clouds in the way

Tell me keep it quiet, but there's shit I gotta say

God always gave me umbrellas for the rain

Yeah, we get umbrellas for the rain

It's a lot of niggas change

And a lot of bitches changed

But one thing, lil' brodie ain't gon' change

He gon' always the same

[Interlude]

You disrespecting me, you disrespect my hood

By tellin' me take off my flag, ask me how gangster I was, nigga

You lucky on that day I was actin' cool, 'cause I told you I ain't got time for that, my nigga

Today, I got time, cuz

[Part 2: SPICE-RILLA]

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]

Yeah, shawty, tell me what's the problem? (Oh)

Showin' up to visit, that's my darling (Oh)

And she takin' pictures with them niggas in the gardens (Ooh)

She got the work all up in the draw links

Conjugal visit, she gon' bounce like hydraulics

Ooh, mami, show me you got knowledge

If I ain't go to prison, would have never got to college (Oh)

I'm in the visit with my tongue all on your cartilage

Police tryna tell a nigga chill, but I ain't stoppin'

Go 'head and stop me (Stop me)

When I'm out of prison, I'ma run that pussy like I'm runnin' fades

I been locked down for so many hundred days

I'm in the cell with my niggas runnin' plays

He gotta go, well, then my niggas gon' erase 'em

[Interlude: Tory Lanez]

They just lettin' out, yard out

Everybody goes to the yard

But you got problems with that one nigga (Oh)

And y'all lock eyes (Oh, no)

Tension is buildin' (Yeah)

He got two homies on the left, but you got two homies on the right

And then you crash

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

Shit is cuttin' deep if niggas play me

I done been in the mist of beef and had to flame 'em

Since a year ago, I ain't been the same me

Girl, you got a spare a nigga, I ain't talkin' Jamie

Got a pussy like GloRilla, that my favorite

And that Ice Spice, girl, you dangerous (Girl, you dangerous)

Don't look at me crazy for sayin' this

If you don't wanna fuck me, you retarded (You retarded)

I been up late, since the mornin' (Since the mornin')

You work at the medical, girl, you gwannin'

I been in wait, now I'm on it, yeah

And you got that Ice Spice

Gotta keep it real, girl, I'm on it

Threesomes would be twice as nice

[Outro: A.I. Donald Trump]

You know the crazy thing about this whole Tory Lanez situation is?

They made him the poster child for unprotecting a Black woman

But the irony of that is he protected two Black women that night

One from going to jail and one from getting shot

I think it's time you let that boy back outside