For That Ass

They see my mind and they want to take a peak in Like why she so dope? Why she so decent? As if this shit was recent My cockiness increasin' Because I could leave them screaming like weekend. I'm [?] My name is Chizzy from West Philly and I'm tough All the critics say that all my gangster lines are bluff That I just hop on the mic and brag a lot and cuss Yet and still they all managing to listen to my stuff They say I wear black because of asap and norm stuff It's like they want to beat my ass but can't afford the Gucci belt Meanwhile, they wanna check for my wealth and my health Like a bitch can't do bad by herself. Top shelf They probably want to hear me rhyme about something else Like my ass or lack thereof and make a nigga melt But as soon as I drop that, they screaming she a whore I'm just wondering like who the fuck I would be hoeing for? Here come that brand new Chizzy for that ass Because I've been getting niggas since a youngin and I don't ever hold for nothing I just ain't too fond of cuffin' I be frontin', I be frontin' But people bitching like they want to make it about somethin' Like I'm here for entertainment y'all ain't listening for nothin' Men question "who she fucking?" "is she gay?" Would I answer all your questions if I took ya'll men away? I was focused on my workload, kissing toes to find a king All I found was problems so I bought myself my own ring Make that rings, some ice, some watches, some chains Rolling up [?] and my nigga can't complain They ask me do you got a movement, like, why I choose to rap and shit It can't be because I like to do it? Because this is my path and shit? Ain't trying to empower woman, equalize the music biz I'm just trying to tell the truth whatever chance I get Here come that brand new Chizzy for that ass When you talking about shit, get a fucking witness When you talking about my shit, mind your fucking business x2 I am just an ill nigga ready for the kill nigga You may never see someone dope as me so chill nigga Niggas walking up to me like "Chizzy what's the deal nigga, you going to sign a deal nigga, you going to need a real nigga" I be in Belize blowing trees with a bunch of bad niggas on they knees high for me 18, want to have my interracial babies Want to chill in that brand new Mercedes and Gucci Niggas look at me like my name is lil tunechi With the long hair flowing them bitches are groupies Truth is, I just want the money where the roofs is Making lyrical artwork so y'all know what the truth is Truth is, all the superficial shit is useless Have them splitting crack until I'm toothless they like, who this Young Chizzy with the soul and my gold Annihilating every beast and I'm rolling the deaf hoes To this I add a couple facts for the new kids just because I said the new shit don't mean two shits