 They can't break my soul. A million I haven't sold. The truth won't be sold. I still be like, so. I rap and strike through. I still laugh and bowl. I say what they scared to say. The rawest rapping you know. I say this shit, I hang like Ross. Just like the queen of soul. Natural woman humming. Ooh, baby, I like it raw. Pull up to the function without no make or bone. Form whips on me and gas lights. They flicker on.