I Need Space

Are you bitches ready for some sort of coup d'état An American revolution of sorts The era of Farah is about to begin bitches They ask me how I do it I tell them second nature And pardon me I'm kinda busy manifesting paper I need space I need space Bitch I'm bout to run this Pardon me I'm kinda busy rolling in abundance My mama was a flower child Father from North Africa I'm a hippy rapper who happens to be spectacular Something like a spatula I ain't afraid of heat And I flip up the vernacular When speaking on a beat I'm outlandish, outrageous I'm so outside the box My thoughts are up in outer space My ass an astronaut I put a pox upon my haters With my melting pot bops Then put rocks up in their socks And make them walk around the block They ask me how I do it I tell them second nature And pardon me I'm kinda busy manifesting paper I need space I need space Bitch I'm bout to run this Pardon me I'm kinda busy rolling in abundance I'm a ride or die gemini Real pretty package When they see me Ask a genie Can they have it type of rabbit I don't live lavish I just need a little cabbage I'm a baddie with a bachelorette My life is far from average I'm savage I'm gnarly I'm sorry I'm not sorry Got a real big mouth on a skinny little body Grandma says that I'm offensive Well I guess she missed the message Grandma you know that I love you But they call this shit progressive Cause I'm sexy and I'm selling it But hey, I'm still intelligent F*ck yeah I don't rap for the hell of it My subjects are specific and I make sure that it's relevant They ask me how I do it I tell them second nature And pardon me I'm kinda busy manifesting paper I need space I need space Bitch I'm bout to run this Pardon me I'm kinda busy rolling in abundance I'm meticulous A wicked bitch I spank them like a hickory switch Shorty it's your birthday Cause my words is like a gift and shit You're Welcome And I pay homage to the greats Cause I know they paved the way They make me wanna raise the stakes I'm on a mission for the glisten Hip hop's finest new addition I masturbate about the fame I'm coming to fruition Can't stop it It's fate I'm the realest out the gate All these other bitches catfish I'm the mother fucking bait They ask me how I do it I tell them second nature And pardon me I'm kinda busy manifesting paper I need space I need space Bitch I'm bout to run this Pardon me I'm kinda busy rolling in abundance I need space I need space Can a bitch just get some space Get up out my face Cause I need a little space I can't grace you with my presence Cause I'm busy making waves Can a bitch just get some space