Anna

Hardly influenced by the dead, 'cause the living full of bitches
And all these bitches turn to witches all these niggas turn to bitches
I can’t even tell the difference, I don’t even know how I’m living
I don’t even know why I’m here, my spirit dwells in another realm
Tell them go to hell I fill them bitches with shells
Cells of sperm, my skin cells just burn
Never learn to sit back and take your turn
Bitch
And about to earn, this shit that I was born to take
Everything that I was raised to make I’ma get it all a day
Fuck what you say
Pray to god, pray to lord, pay that all
All my niggas prosper and they never fall, never fall
In the summer or the fall
If you want it get it all
Take it all, get it off, fuck a loss, bitch I win
Fuck a loss bitch I win, at the end where do I begin
'Cause I done made everything I had at the end and I’ll do it all again