Confidence & swagger: Page 8

I break into a lyrical freestyle

Grab the mic, look at the crowd, and see smiles

'Cause they see a woman standin' up on her own two

Sloppy slouchin' is something I won't do

I blow my own mind like Nirvana

Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna

Guess we'll never see the day that Doechii crown falls

Guess you'll never live to see the day that Doechii loses

Do-si-doin' on these Doechii mutants

Doechii don't critique, I seek improvement

Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year

All you gat pullin' MC's could never come near

Don't owe nobody shit, so what the fuck I gotta cap about?

I'm still Pimp C, bitch, so what the fuck is up?

Puttin' powder on the streets 'cause I got big fuckin' nuts

In my mind, everybody's sleeping on me. That's what I tell myself to get myself ready.

I could shake my ass, I could be the most ratchet-est person ever, I could get into a fight tomorrow, but I’m still a great mom.

I came in the door, I said it before

I never let the mic magnetize me no more

But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme

I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line

If he claims king and he claim best, then I guess you can call me God,

There's none higher, none flyer

Colder than a polar bear sleeping in the freezer

Where you go, remember me

I'm the best thing in history

'Cause I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin'

But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'

Now it's time for me to make my impression felt

So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?

It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink

And I'm so 'bout it—'bout it, I might roll up in a tank

I used to be scared of the dick

Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch

They just follow us, follow me, follow us, nobody's leading

But everybody eating, or acting like they full

I'm blessed and highly favored, learned the game when I was lil'

Drop your glasses, shake your asses

Face screwed up like you having hot flashes

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

I get better every album. I get younger every time,

I’m like Benjamin Button or some shit. I feel like a new artist every time I make an album.

I inspect you through the future see millennium

Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean, shinin' through a dim scene

Got your bitch' pussy wetter than the captain of the swim team

I was an athlete in college—a quarterback, a leader—so people telling me what to do doesn’t work.

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Women need to have a perspective. If we’re out here saying that we’re so confident, and we’re so this and so that, but we don’t even trust ourselves to write down our own thoughts and spit it on a beat? It just doesn’t add up.

Maybach tinted, "'Scuse me, sir, but ain't that rented?"

I'm offended, straight cash for my Benzes, we don't pay back interest

There'll never be another one after me

Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better

Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons

I speak to God in public

I speak to God in public

Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you