Tenaya Taylor - The Oochie Lyrics

Sad girl tears be eternal, therapy's annoying so I went and bought a journal
Antisocial flex blankets in my room, they call me a witch so I went and bought a broom
My life is nothing like it seems I have all this weird shit f*cking with my dreams
Covering my screams
I pray to God so I be on my knees knees knees knees
Over some he said she said a couple years ago I would have scraped a bitch
I won't lift a finger now decide what you make of it
The beat bled my sheet's red it's because I spilled my wine
They ask me for an encore and it's because I killed my time
Feel my rhymes damn don't nobody ever listen to a opp hating left
Ain't no table in this kitchen
I could be deadass and you always think I'm kidding
And then you play the victim and then I turn up missing
I be winning yo
You should know the name they tried to play me like these Sega and Nintendo games
Now they call me papi like the loosie and bodega gang
They wanna cash me cuz they see that I am making change
Change ya lane this is for the hood and I ain't trynna stunt
Shout out to the people who know me dutty wine to Beenie Man all about Romie
I be on the low but I'm a secret you can tell cuz I want Chanel
And to cash app my bitches, redistribute wealth
I'm trynna be the last one living God willing
I want the hood to love me like an early 50 Cent
Don't call me a thot I'm just trying to pay my rent
They say I'm a ten but I ain't even keeping count
I'm trynna watch for people who will use you for your clout
They say I'm acting up but I ain't even wilding out cuz
Yo I be thinking bout the old me wildin out rap shit rolling with the homies
Sixteen Boston Market helping with the bills
I changed my brother diaper I was cleaning up his spills
I never would have guessed how blessed I'd be living
Flexing in this kitchen life is Thanksgiving
They bullied me in high school now they really f*ck with me
Your grandma that's retired she really in love with me
And if you think I'm cool then I think you stuck with me
They ask for my opinion and I tell them not to f*ck for free
Money!
I be coming through on my Hartford shit
Bringing home the bacon and I still eat grits
There's nothing on my neck but there's ice on my wrist
Nicest one out still call me that bitch
Midas touch everything gold when I touch it
Drip gold and he want a baby when I bust it
All black everything ride like the mob
Pop shit like it's all corn on the cob
They wanna play but I ain't with the games
All they do is copy but we ain't the same
Where do I shop? I don't have a clue
I model all these clothes everything I wear new
Pop tags and I take a picture for the gram
Lit everyday thanking the fans
Back at it again no white vans
Just cuz he eat it don't mean that he my man
Overtime working ball like I dribble
I don't f*ck with niggas egos all brittle
Room full of sharks so I stay in the middle
Man got the pistol watch how you talk
My temper's a missile watch how you walk
Bad bitch only crew call shots
Everyday we hustle and we don't call cops