Me against enemies, me against friends. Somehow theyboth seem to become one
I don't want a wig that looks like a wig; I want one that could pass for a weave.
Forget the haters, just get ya money, just get ya weight up.
I'mma just do me, when it feel right.
I feel like I'm a designer, not a pop star. But if certain people think of me like a pop star, then the only thing I could do about this is dye my hair black and cut it short maybe.
I get the thumbs up like I'm hailing a yellow cab.