Sincerely, Nix

Lyrics
You never met me, here's a small introduction It's probably obvious but I'm the chick none of these niggas can fuck with And none of these bitches either I made plenty believers People swearing they just cold til I come hit them with that fever Now put your little sixteen up, fill ya ink up Sharpen your pencil, your mental, and all your finger tendons strength up That shit y'all spitting be weak All the trash that I done heard I could bag up evеry word and fucking drag it to the curb It's garbage, and not to mention thе fraudulence y'all be kicking Teach a nigga to fish, they use the rod for attention Rather starve than get a meal How you gonna start to get a mil' When all you wanna do is fake and play a part, you never real I've always prided myself on the morals God had given me My biggest flex yet is authenticity Word to the 41 years in me My rep needs no filtering from poorly done imagery Picture me, Nikki Just flowing through life grinning and winning Praying for peace and love and that my sins are forgiven These days I hardly pick a pen up, shit it's been a good minute But when I get to scribbling and that adrenaline filling I'm ripping every instrumental like the sickest that spit it And any mic I'm gripping, I'ma leave that bitch with a sizzle Never half stepping or half repping on what I claim That's 32, FIEcrū, and my family's last name Stop playing with my signature Ain't nobody as ill as her Don't you dare compare me to naan And yeah that's him or her For many years I been underrated and over hated Ironically that's exactly how I know I made it Still at my finest. Getting wiser, man I'm only aging Sorry, I ain't mean to worry you in my golden state, it's Just a part of me maturing from the children phases I must say it, for my age I feel and look amazing Don't know if these niggas crazy or they hating Fuck whoever out here naming their favorites and ain't say me Been flaming it since I came in Off the brain or the page Every phrase that you hear me say No exaggerating or faking In the flesh, it's a living legend up in your presence And this here record could self destruct in any second Don't kill the messenger, I'm here with the message That I'm still the fucking best at ripping letters up, nigga
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Credits
- Writers
- Stephen Means
- Nikki McKnight