Nikki McKnight - I Rep Still

King Nix. The woman, not the myth
Somewhere with a red cup and pouring out a fifth
Chewing on some edibles. Feeling most incredible
Plotting up how I can add a million to my revenue
Baby gon’ make sure I’m straight and I ain’t gotta press her to
Just for that, now what she ask me for it’s a pleasure to
Lonely at the top, but the bitch sure got a better view
Sometimes you gotta split the circle, call that move the letter Q
I be dropping hella jewels expecting fools to catch a few
And when they never do I turn to Umar. I need bread for school
Game is to be sold and never told, that was said by Snoop
Big Boss shit. Tell ‘em I’ma need some extra room
Queen on my arm that means Royalty is stepping through
Ever touch the crown then my lions getting extra food
Fuk’n peasant you never move unless I tell you to
Check ya schedule. It should be telling you respect is due
I’m still a 32 repping, FIEcru stepping. Rapping ass nicca from the west side Canty
And it’s still fuck these niccaz, damn these hoes, man
And I still mind my biz like I’m supposed, man
Still big shit talking, pimp limp walking
Bop looking like I got a big stick on me
My girl whooping ass if a bitch hit on me
And after that we planning how to get this money
Get a million with a nicca so I know it’s real
Then stick around to figure how to get us both a bill
And when I put a ring on that’ll close the deal...
If it’s too good to be true that’s how it’s suppose to feel
I do only real shit, ain’t no faking in me
So you know the type of niccaz that be hating Nikki
I like my circle with no frauds, Weezy, Drake, and Nicki
Cut some branches off the tree for doing shady business
Good vibes all around me, that’s the way I’m living
I told my babe just fuck me good and make me steak for dinner
And I’ma do whatever making sure them plates get filled up
Just don’t complain about me working til we bank a trillion
I’m still a 32 repping, FIEcru stepping. Rapping ass nicca from the west side Canty
And it’s still fuck these niccaz, damn these hoes, man
And I still mind my biz like I’m supposed, man
I just wanna talk my shit, walk with my limp
Rep my clique and sex my bitch
Say fuck these niccaz and damn these hoes
If I'm minding my business, means I'm staying out of yours
I'm a trip' dub' soldier, chip on my shoulder
Live by the code of staying real til it's over
The truest you done seen, ain't naan nicca closer
Bitch I done told ya

Written by:
LaToyia McKnight

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