Call it a curse, or just call me blessed, if you can't handle my worst, you ain't getting my best

Might let him take it home and slaughter that/ He got friends for all of my friends/ They ain't leaving 'till we say when/ And we gon' hangover the next day.

I keep three hoes, But don't'call me Santa

Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me.

Cry my eyes out for days upon days Such a heaven burden placed upon me

I've always been intrigued by color and by interesting hair. I was one of those weird little girls doing my own hair at the age of 9. I was, like, getting weird gels and new brushes and cornrow holders. I would tweak and perm at the age of 13.

May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic. My voice projected, my life reflected.