Jury
Oh they tell me, "Becky, Becky you better hurry."The public out here waiting for records like they the jury."Okay, I'm 'bout to drop it, drop itIf you don't like it, you can hate itBut nobody's been more patient than meSo now I'm through waitingI'm taking the fate of my own into my own handsStarted rapping on ''Otis'' and now I'm noticing fansTelling me that they love it, love it, they want more of itDropping a fat beat and I'm putting vocals above itKnow this isn't the mixtape, know this isn't the albumThis is just something to show you people I'm about itNo this isn't the singleI just went and I nicked itI just want you to go and tell your people to beep itNow I'm sleeping on planes more than I'm sleeping at homeTrying to remember what it's like to be aloneAnd all I wanna do is meet up with every fanAnd tell them to their faceHow they put it in my handWith that all, I'm still strugglingI ain't saying I'm ballingBut I'm bubbling in the studioCook and preheat the oven'Cause I'm comingI'm runningI'm staying hungry like I ain't eaten in hoursGot these people singing in their showersAll I'm doing is workingSigning my name in cursiveWalking through InglewoodPulling verses out of my pursesHot as my mama isShort as a comma isMaking my name knownJust like Obama didStarted with two fansI'm up in these news standsTripping off how I'm getting free sneakers from shoe brandsPeople still wanna hateIsn't that so funny?So much time spentDoing something for no money