The L.I.B.R.A. Introduction

The L.I.b.r.a

I'm Ms. Pat from Fair Street bottom

Do you know how hard it is to have the odds stacked against you

And flip the scale in your favor?

I flip bricks and bitch niggas for what I got

Fuck that shit, I learned how to cook cocaine

Before I learned how to boil an egg, nigga

I used to can cook cocaine cake like a birthday cake

Put a little baking soda then we stepped on it with the comeback

Boy you really came the fuck up

That's how I got my first set of Jordan's

Fuck y'all laughin' at?

Bein' a legend is not about runnin' the streets

It's about runnin' your business (yeah)

Raisin' kids or lacin' wigs, a hustler never die, baby

Okay, two six figures, solitaire, don't play with me

Half a million on my necklace, spent it blatantly

Even in this pandemic, nigga, goddamn it

I'm like, "Well, F it, I'ma get one, why would I not wear it?"

Now stop starin', in Bel Air with a hot pair

She suck it 'til it hard, then she squat there

Ain't gotta do shit, nigga, fuck how you feel, I do not care

I been a mastermind since you was in a highchair

I was a millionaire before you had an idea

I keep my head on the swivel, peep the side mirror

The penthouse, top floor, I reside there, mhmm

Everybody get it, that is my prayer

But I know everyone can't make it and it not fair

It lonely at the top, but you can't beat this view, I swear

Ain't no comparison to thotty, just embarrassin'

Worth a hunnid fifty now, I'm gon' quadruple that

Look at, we control the culture, got the proof for that, uh huh

Activatin' movements, I'm the truth at that

Know how to multiply my assets, ain't no stupid cat

Every day I'm wakin' up and doin' deals

Buyin' when it low, when it get high, I sell

If I go crazy, sorry, that just how I am

Thank God I got poetry, man the stress from years of gettin' active

Paranoid, think everybody gunnin' at me

I could be slightly schizophrenic but don't nobody panic