Victim (prod. Instinct)

I'm feelin' like a mothafuckin' rockstar

But y'all actin' like I'd sacrifice my son up at the altar nah

The fuck is with you sayin' it's fault, when it's not

Bitch all the shit you blame for is false

Tryna shoot me out, but you took the shit too far

Cuz you make a mothafucka wanna catch another charge

I ain't lyin' to you, girl, I ain't tryna act all hard

But you paint me as a monster, I'm just tryna play the part

Tell your lies, tell your lies, tell your lies

When I act like I don't know don't be actin' so surprised

You thinkin' you're so bad because you fuck a lot of guys

Stupid bitch you just a hoe it's not that hard to visualize

There's a lot of things about you that ain't even worth a mention

Pop that ass to get attention you're so fuckin' one-dimensional

You're whole existence is one I wish that just went missin'

Yeah you try to play the victim won't be gettin' no forgiveness

No recognition, nah, cuz I'm so fuckin' sick of all

the lies that you been spittin', bout to push me to my limits

oh, yeah I'm religious, and I know this is malicious

But I gotta get to business, only gotta couple minutes

 

And I'm

 

Feelin' like a mothafuckin' rockstar

But y'all actin' like I'd sacrifice my son up at the altar nah

Bitch you got no wisdom

Narcissistic symptoms, Way too many issues, I can't list 'em

Tell your lies, make me out to be a monster

The fucked up shit I did were only stories that you altered, ya

Bitch you're fuckin' twisted, A psychopath, but listen

Bitch you ain't the mothafuckin' victim

 

You're just a egocentric, unauthentic, self-centered whore

And I got so much fucking more to say, but I'm gettin' bored

Oh, oh why the fuck you come at me fo, I'm a different kind of lethal

I'ma spit this shit, just chupa fuckin' pito

And while you deep throat, hope you choke on it and fight for some air

You're so deceitful, yeah you're broken, tell me who the fuck cares

Go get your hair done stead of working won't you call in sick

You're gonna fuck around and make me do all kinds of shit

Pathetic, lazy, psycho maybe never cared about your babies

Always shaming, never changing, Why the fuck you always blame me

I guess I'm done here so I'm moving on

But won't you think of me everytime you hear the words to this song

 

Feelin' like a mothafuckin' rockstar

But y'all actin' like I'd sacrifice my son up at the altar nah

Bitch you got no wisdom

Narcissistic symptoms, Way too many issues, I can't list 'em

Tell your lies, make me out to be a monster

The fucked up shit I did were only stories that you altered, ya

Bitch you're fuckin' twisted, A psychopath, but listen

Bitch you ain't the mothafuckin' victim