On the come up
Now I got some shit to say
I got numbers
Now ya'll wanna work with me
Where were you when I was sending beats
For free?
Just sayin, anyway
Men want me dead
They can't like the shit I say
And they all want my producer
Till' they find out that it's me
And I'd be lying thru my teeth
If I said I wasn't afraid of
Every time I get out my car
And went to cross the street
Moved to LA two years ago
Got a job in a studio
Alone with a man
Who wanna fuck me out cold
So I wrote "Fuck With A Witch"
Tatted on my fuckin' wrist
So it goes
Now it's off with his head
Cause I said so
Now they pull the plug
When I say so
It'll never be the same
I'll never be the same
Banshee here to stay
Fuck all the other lames
I write this shit for anyone
Who's been in my place
It's not your fault
Some bitchass didn't stay, in their lane
They can't blame me
They made me this way
They can't blame me
They made me this way
