Sing Like A Girl Rap Like A Boy

Killa Sing, sing like a girl Say I sing like a girl, huh Bar Queen But I rap like a boy, huh? But I rap like a boy Say I sing like a girl, yeah Yeah and I made the beat too Wow Killa Yur Krazy Sing like a girl, rap like a boy Lesson learned if you ever fucking heard my voice Train moves along, they want the real McCoy Imitations spawn they come on without a choice, no No, I'm not friend if you don't treat me like your boy If I ain't the homie, when you see me, just avoid Act like you don't know me don't pretend to be rejoiced I don't need the mother fucking friction, corduroy Makes me too sad to think revenge is sweetest joy You can keep your Twitter fingers you can keep your toys Already got company, (Three's Company) they came in 3's to join Anxiety, depression, pain is who they with (Dewitt) like Joyce Demons in my mind try to make me feel annoyed Screaming inside when they tell me kill the noise If you wanna die let my music fill the void I commend you if you're building when you're still destroyed Those who know how broke feels but collecting every coin Those who find the fucking muscle somehow without roids That's the art of battle, better go make peace with Troy Takes alotta strength to keep on fighting just like Floyd May weather heat in LV, (Mayweather/Las Vegas) easy to enjoy I was born in cold October rainy Illinois, wait Vegas raised me since the fucking day that I deployed Midwest just my birthplace, ain't that tech (TECHNO/Technical), no Detroit See me under, please don't judge my color like a Koi Tryna get G-Units in my Banks just ask Lloyd Scheming on em with these schemes has never been my ploy I can't help the fact I sing and rap, girl, let me tell you, boy Hold up I got drive to do both, I'm tired of being coy I'm taking on the roles (Rolls) and combining them with Royce Try to make me quit, but it don't work, it's unemployed I go through hell, but focus still, distractions a decoy I still go pound for pound, I got a Jones, bitch, I'm Roy Still I keep it chili, kinda sweet, mango chamoy Doubt my skillys til I pop like pillys and a groin I just keep my distance, boy, you don't hear me though, Ahoy Wow Killa Yur Krazy