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 it
If you don't like it, you can hate it
But nobody's been more patient than me
So now I'm through waiting
I'm taking the fate of my own into my own hands
Started rapping on ''Otis'' and now I'm noticing fans
Telling me that they love it, love it, they want more of it
Dropping a fat beat and I'm putting vocals above it
Know this isn't the mixtape, know this isn't the album
This is just something to show you people I'm about it
No this isn't the single
I just went and I nicked it
I just want you to go and tell your people to beep it
Now I'm sleeping on planes more than I'm sleeping at home
Trying to remember what it's like to be alone
And all I wanna do is meet up with every fan
And tell them to their face
How they put it in my hand
With that all, I'm still struggling
I ain't saying I'm balling
But I'm bubbling in the studio
Cook and preheat the oven
'Cause I'm coming
I'm running
I'm staying hungry like I ain't eaten in hours
Got these people singing in their showers
All I'm doing is working
Signing my name in cursive
Walking through Inglewood
Pulling verses out of my purses
Hot as my mama is
Short as a comma is
Making my name known
Just like Obama did
Started with two fans
I'm up in these news stands
Tripping off how I'm getting free sneakers from shoe brands
People still wanna hate
Isn't that so funny?
So much time spent
Doing something for no money
