Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?
Said he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees
If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease
I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees
I'm a bitch, I'm a freak seven days of the week
They gon' bring me up and shit, but I'm in the bed sleep
If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep
Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryin' to-
I'm not finished

Maya Bryant