Young Money

Introduction ..."3 It sounds like its working *laughs* okay I'm ready Verse 1: I can't mention dollas, cause I don't have any I want to change the world pity-pocket change of penny And plenty on the pauper, I'm not proper for the pop To be a pop princess, that dream will never stop I want to have a castle, but I'm too much of a hassle Yo I don't believe in hustle Taught myself to rap without a gangsta muscle I'm too weak to be a thug Cause I like to bake cookies and give everyone a hug I'm patting on the glitter and I'm reppin' Hello Kitty Its time to copycat Minaj and say I'll sign a titty I'll be signed to her committee I want a record label C-a-Double-T is stuck under the table And Nicki's sitting stable, comfy in a chair On a pedestal in my mind it isn't fair I suffer from depression underneath the desk Want to turn the furniture, tsh I'm just a mess In "Itty Bitty Piggy" she wins and I lose Then her laughter at the end I pretend it doesn't bruise If shes a Barbie, does that make me Ken? The fact we both rap is a huge comparison Only thing we have in common, and its embarrassin' People gonna rate me two, and she will get a ten Two is for the peace she'll get ten for both your hands She is just a legend do whatever she commands I respect that gimmick The phobia I have is being called her mimic Or you think ima' diss her Wheres my cherry chap stick, cause I think I'm finna kiss her I want to touch her butt Honestly the truth it is speaking from my gut Yeah I freaking love her For years I kept it secret and used hating as a cover I was jealous to my core Only way to sell this is you buy the fact I'm poor Not as fortunate as her unfortunately Don't get it mixed up I'm a good sport you see I want to join the team Not for the wealthy cause, it cuz they live the dream Chorus: Young Money Young Money you don't have to raise me The competition in this game is a little crazy I'm afraid that I won't make it I'm seeing other rappers spots and trying not to take it I'll build my territory Young Money Young Money not in the story Verse 2: I can’t mention paper unless it’s with a pen Want to change the universe without a purse again I’m plenty on the poor; I pour soda and sing pop To be a pop princess that dream is on the top I want to have a kingdom, yeah those songs I could have singdom' But it sucked when they were sang So I taught myself to rhyme and flow with a little slang Yeah I’ll never be hood And since I’m not ghetto I get misunderstood I’m putting on my hope for my hip-hop title Since I can’t sing I’m not American Idol My talents homicidal, rhymes are always killin’ If Nicki is a rap hero, then I am a villain I see her booty chillin' on another nomination She puts the word bomb in the word abomination Yeah my confession is I constantly complain About my competition cause we are not the same In “Moment 4 life” Nicki is a King In my own life I’m not anything If she’s a Barbie, then I’m a teddy bear Hug people like I’m famous though I’m not already there I’m trying to hold steady when people will compare Petty similarities I wish we didn't share Nickis not the reason I ever got started Before I even heard of her my lyrics were wholehearted I respect her success But being called her copycat puts me under stress I’m not an understudy I hate being a hater; I’d rather be a buddy I’m one of a kind Honestly the truth music’s on my mind I should elaborate Me and Minaj should collaborate It would be a nice feature I could take advice like she is a teacher Since I have less, yeah I should get a lesson Hope the outcomes a studio session With the hip-hop queen Its time to get focused and chase my own dream (Repeat Chorus)