Petty Like 50 Mixtape

PETTY LIKE 50

Mmm… petty with a pulse, baby.
Petty with a plan.
Petty like 50
but with inner peace in my hand.
Let’s ride…


Petty like 50, petty like that,
petty so precise got the shadows steppin’ back.
Petty like 50, petty like who?
Petty with awareness and the clarity too.
Petty like 50
petty but clean,
petty with a plan and a conscious routine.


Back then beef was a chain on the block,
now it’s screenshots flyin' like a digital Glock.
Used to throw hands when the ego got hot,
now petty like 50 is a strategy I got.

Not revenge, just a vibe with direction,
a boundary that glows with perfected detection.
I’m studyin’ the patterns, gatherin’ reflection—
petty ain’t venom, it’s calibrated correction.

I move calm now,
’cause my insight’s deep.
I observe, I feel, I need
that’s the energy I keep.
Awareness ain’t weak,
it’s a promise I keep
truth hits softer,
but it hits so steep.


Soft power,
sharp mind,
petty like 50
when you cross that line…


Petty like 50, petty like that,
petty so precise got the shadows steppin' back.
Petty like 50, petty like who?
Petty with awareness and the clarity too.
Petty like 50
petty but real,
petty with the power that alignment can seal.


See… petty ain’t wild when it’s rooted in truth,
it’s maturity flexin’ like a long-held proof.
It’s the mirror you dodge,
it’s the shadow uncouth
petty like 50 with an inner-light boost.

I don’t snap, I unload,
I stay grounded and clear,
’cause a queen with awareness
ain’t controlled by fear.
I don’t rage in the moment,
I let insight steer
petty just the sparkle
when the boundary appears.

Connection’s my aim
till you twist the design,
till your motives go hollow
and your energy declines.
Then petty steps in
like a neon sign
“I see what you're hidin’
but the truth is mine.”


Not revenge… not revenge…
just protection… just protection…

Petty like 50 when the intuition talks.
Petty when alignment walks.
Petty when the shadow mocks.
Petty with precision…
never pain for shock.


Petty like 50, petty like that,
petty so precise got the shadows steppin' back.
Petty like 50, petty like who?
Petty with awareness and the clarity too.
Petty like 50—
petty but free,
petty with the wisdom that protects my peace.

It’s petty…
but it’s pure.
It’s petty…
but mature.
Petty like 50—
and conscious to the core.

Petty Like 50

TAKE MY GAT BACK

I'm taking it back

Gold (Gold!)
Abundance (Yeah!)
Talent (That’s mine!)

C’mon…

Take my GAT back — click-clack!
Gave too much love, now I’m on track
Take my GAT back — snap-snap!
No more loans, no pay-me-back

Take my GAT back — oh yes!
Shine too bright, I repossess
Gold, abundance, talent intact
Hands off mine — I take my GAT back

I was nice, too nice, let’s be clear,
Handin’ out diamonds like souvenirs
Called it love, called it fair,
Whole time I was over-giving care

Loaned my power, no receipt,
Thought good energy runs two-way streets
When it didn’t bounce, I felt that drag,
Universe said, “Girl, check your bag”

Gave it away like it wasn’t mine
Had to pull back, redraw the line
I don’t chase, I don’t plead, I attract
I’m done leaking my power like that

Take my GAT back — click-clack! (That’s right!)
Too much shine, gotta cut that slack (Uh-huh!)
Take my GAT back — snap-snap! (Watch me!)
No resentment, just a clean-up act

Take my GAT back — oh yes!
Energy audit, I repossess
Gold, abundance, talent intact
Hands off mine
I take my GAT back

I ain’t mad, I’m recalibratin’
Cut the static, elevatin’
Hearsay talk tried to redraw my map,
Whispers flew, tried to take my GAT

Tried to frame my voice as fact,
Paper shadows don’t run the act
Flow don’t chase, it draws me in,
The moment I owned it, I was back in sync

No shots fired, no clap-back,
Just firm-ass lines where the truth stays at
If you can’t keep pace or respect the track,
That’s cool 
I take my GAT back

Say it!
Mine! (Mine!)
Say it!
Mine! (Mine!)

Gold is mine!
Abundance mine!
Talent mine!
Voice is mine!
Rights are mine!
Say it in time!

Mine!
Mine!
Mine!
All mine!

Take my GAT back — click-clack!
Power up, no energy tax
Take my GAT back — snap-snap!
Self-respect with a rhythm track

Take my GAT back — oh yes!
Balance restored, I’m feelin’ blessed
Gold, abundance, talent intact
Hands off mine — I take my GAT back


No grudges.
No hearsay.
No lies takin’ my 2A.

Just ownership.
Just rhythm.
Just me — in balance.

Yeah…
I took my GAT back.


Take My GAT Back

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