They see my mind and they want to take a peak in

Like why she so dope? Why she so decent?

As if this shit was recent

My cockiness increasin'

Because I could leave them screaming like weekend. I'm [?]

My name is Chizzy from West Philly and I'm tough

All the critics say that all my gangster lines are bluff

That I just hop on the mic and brag a lot and cuss

Yet and still they all managing to listen to my stuff

They say I wear black because of asap and norm stuff

It's like they want to beat my ass but can't afford the Gucci belt

Meanwhile, they wanna check for my wealth and my health

Like a bitch can't do bad by herself. Top shelf

They probably want to hear me rhyme about something else

Like my ass or lack thereof and make a nigga melt

But as soon as I drop that, they screaming she a whore

I'm just wondering like who the fuck I would be hoeing for?

Here come that brand new Chizzy for that ass

Because I've been getting niggas since a youngin and I don't ever hold for nothing

I just ain't too fond of cuffin'

I be frontin', I be frontin'

But people bitching like they want to make it about somethin'

Like I'm here for entertainment y'all ain't listening for nothin'

Men question "who she fucking?" "is she gay?"

Would I answer all your questions if I took ya'll men away?

I was focused on my workload, kissing toes to find a king

All I found was problems so I bought myself my own ring

Make that rings, some ice, some watches, some chains

Rolling up [?] and my nigga can't complain

They ask me do you got a movement, like, why I choose to rap and shit

It can't be because I like to do it? Because this is my path and shit?

Ain't trying to empower woman, equalize the music biz

I'm just trying to tell the truth whatever chance I get

Here come that brand new Chizzy for that ass

When you talking about shit, get a fucking witness

When you talking about my shit, mind your fucking business x2

I am just an ill nigga ready for the kill nigga

You may never see someone dope as me so chill nigga

Niggas walking up to me like "Chizzy what's the deal nigga, you going to sign a deal nigga, you going to need a real nigga"

I be in Belize blowing trees with a bunch of bad niggas on they knees high for me

18, want to have my interracial babies

Want to chill in that brand new Mercedes and Gucci

Niggas look at me like my name is lil tunechi

With the long hair flowing them bitches are groupies

Truth is, I just want the money where the roofs is

Making lyrical artwork so y'all know what the truth is

Truth is, all the superficial shit is useless

Have them splitting crack until I'm toothless they like, who this

Young Chizzy with the soul and my gold

Annihilating every beast and I'm rolling the deaf hoes

To this I add a couple facts for the new kids just because I said the new shit don't mean two shits