Tyra Bank$

Used to sit at section 8

But now I'm selling face

Used to wanna get fly

Now I'm flying place to place

Man it's a miracle

Ain't even reach my pinnacle

Hate being cynical

But I just hate the fictional

Little girl with locs

Lived on Fordham road and Marion

And although "we don't shoot at oops"

Niggas should be carryin

I just bring the peace

Like a brotherhood no aryan

When you move these streets

Keep it quiet

Like librarian

I'm from the X

Birthplace of hip hop

Yea you know the place

Where bo-dies get dropped

You could even get chopped

Just walking to the shop

But I always kinda knew one day I'd get hot

Who da thought

Little doll

From the corner store

Used to have cop the motherfucking 4 for 4

Now I walk up in them offices

Performing for em

Worked with Maybelline

Even wrote a poem

For em

Yea it's true

Had my face

On

Billboards before

And I'm at CVS, worldwide, all the stores

They believing in the god

Yea- sure for sure

Little pretty brown eyes

With the strong allure

If you dream it, you could be it

If you see it, then believe it

If you want it then you got it

Yea the world is yours

They call me Tyra Banks

The hood call me Tyra Banks

I look like Tyra Banks

The hood call me Tyra banks

I'm laughing to the bank

The hood call me Tyra banks

Ms.Banks, yep the hood call me Tyra Banks

They call me Tyra Banks

The hood call me Tyra Banks

I look like Tyra Banks

The hood call me Tyra banks

I'm laughing to the bank