[Verse: TMTTMF]
Coming up no choice
Better recognize
They all sound the same
And they're stuck in that lane
Ima split em through the middle
Like I'm out in LA
Yeah, coming up no choice
Glass ceiling willy wonka
Knew that I could make it
But nobody held the door
So I'm kicking it down
Right about now pull up
Medicated till I can't feel pain
Never in the street
If I don't have a gun and a blade
If you press me I might have to go primal
Pressure point a million different ways to hit a vital
Little lady with some gloves on riding shotgun
She knows each word each song
Never be what they expected
Or what they requested
Stay on the objective
I'm coming up no choice