My weave game magic, their whole life tragic
You can tell by my strut, That this winnin’ is a habit
Bitches steady frontin’, like they gon’ wreak havoc
But these bitches is some nuns, so I put ‘em in a habit
Put ‘em in a monestary, Put ‘em in a choir
Have them singing up my praises, while they sewing my attire
Have them preach the holy gospel “Ain’t no other bitch flyer”
Have them set up the foundations of my holy empire
Because I am a ****ing leader
Where I go, bitches follow like they ****ing tryna eat there
Like they ****in’ tryna eat there? Like they ****in’ tryna sleep there
With a toothbrush and a change of clothes, all these bitches came prepared
To follow their new King
If they lucky I might sign a pic and let ‘em kiss the ring
And they treasure it forever and they never doubt again
Teach my reign and my legend to they ****in’ next of kin
