I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All the kids, from the front 2 the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms - are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
They said I ain't writin, so I'm goin offtop

But I'm still wreckin all these tracks, while I chase my dreams
My com-petition worst, night-mare
You tryna com-pare us, that ain't, fair and they, talkin down, but I ain't carin
Got the kids and I got they parents, worldstar appearance made that apparent
On that Young Jeezy talkin bout why yall hatin, still a question, wit no answer
And if that dude sick, then I spit cancer
Lyrikkal workaholic, kill em all on they own tracks
You don't really wanna get into a battle, and get ridiculed 4 losin to a girl like that
Betta stay quiet, 4 I start riot, or else its on and poppin;
We done kicked the doe off the hinges and we ain't never stoppin
If I want it ima get it, ain't nobody comin wit it, you hear this trash they droppin
Only realized, it was ironic, that my real name was lyric after the raps..
How could I not blow? I was born to flow, who gone argue with that..
Imposters havin a field day, how's it feel to be a copycat?
It must be painfully sad, back to business, that's akktin bad

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All the kids from the front 2 the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are, long enough to slapbox, slapbox
Let me show you how killin these tracks ain't that hard that hard..

Everybody wanna know how a girl from the hood gone start wit nothin then blow up..
A lot of practice and patience, late nights, hard work and dedication
Gotta deal wit the ru-mors, and the hate
Hit the game outta nowhere, started chasin that cash, now we rake it in
These haters get taken to school wit this music, cause I use it
As a vehicle to get em in the booth, no names cause it might make em famous..
Me? I'm the princess of rap, consistency earned me that
Shoutout to the queens before me, Roxanne, Lyte, Latifah in fact
Foxy and kim, eve