6000 pts. Songtext
von lulamoon

The Virginia Slims girl is here
This was not a game for me or fun
This is something that I wanna live

Ayo, yo

I read your tarot cards, it said you was a faggot

Money spread, wheel of fortune
Fool and strength, ratchet on my waist
Check the climate ′fore I rhyme it
Cracker finger pointed at the nigga tranny
Hope you understand me
She gon' squeeze you, reaching for her family
Catch some hollows, you stepping with some turning point rhetoric

I put my life on the line ′cause I even said the shit

I can't just fall in the line

Thread on my life, you sniff
Felt like I took my first breath the first time I injected it
Don't tell me this ain′t real
By any means on my heels
This just me, no gems, no frills


I′m a woman, I'm a father
They gon′ color code the collars
Black and brown, you at the bottom
Classic fascism, caste system
Holler if you hit
Dog, the car ain't never park
′Cause niggas always on a mission
Don't let the shit they put in your eyes hijack your vision

Common spotted, common knowledge

But it plant in our subconscious
Then another tree bear strange fruit
They claim we violent, I put action to prayer
You just making wishes

Need the love from my niggas

I′m perpetually distant
Seeing skinfolk get kinship
But they killing us all
Crackers sick you against us
While they bombing these children with the money we give 'em

Yo, so tell me who the enemy?

You only woke by shit that pertain to you, that ain't real to me
Judeo-Christian justification for killing empathy
Harass me, made him get back
Don′t get your shit cracked
Six thousand points get you a Big Mac off the IDF app
We all complicit while we sit back


I ain′t above that
I pray I live to see my son grown
They tryna snuff that
Nigga, it's Luna

Ah

That service top on a
Service top on a Sunday

Nigga, yo

Give her that service top on a Sunday

Semper Fidelis, I′m boy mode and on the runway
I tuck the Beretta so if you step, it's only one way
Of clearing your head up, bread up, chilling with my Beyoncé
You Charlie and Erica
I ain′t Bali, but fuck all y'all niggas
I grab the mic and grab my balls
You mall grabbing while you shopping at Dillard′s
Pause up on the SB303
CCTV caught me casting spells on my healer

Convert the agony into skrilla
A RoRo Monroe mixed with Bandit Hiller

I finance with a dealer before a dealership

Hopefully, God willing
By 1988, I fully hope to become a full-
Fledged woman of the United States