| Song | Drama |
| Artist | Rapsody |
| Album | Beauty and the Beast - EP |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Billie Holiday, I sing your blues | |
| Bet your life against me and I swear to God you’ll lose it | |
| Mutha***** the cops we still singin’ for St. Louis | |
| Super easy flow, *****t I could do it while I’m snoozin’ | |
| Trippin’ off the **** again like Pookie out of rehab | |
| Talkin’ money you ain’t got, steady makin’ me laugh | |
| Call it funny paper like a Sunday praisin’ Jesus | |
| The world goin’ apes again, I swear we need a Caesar | |
| I told him I ain’t single he still ask me can I see ya | |
| I told him he ain’t too smart why them other ladies D ya | |
| Your scorin’ inefficient, I’m just talkin’ business | |
| Numbers never lie when you been shootin’ high percentage | |
| [Hook (x2)] | |
| Go ‘head (go ‘head), go ‘head (go ‘head) | |
| Go ‘head (go ‘head), go ‘head (go ‘head) | |
| Go call the cops on us I’mma go start some craziness drama | |
| Tryna be patient Obama don’t make ‘em bring out them llamas | |
| Go ‘head | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| It’s intense when your color this immense | |
| Throwing shade so much a ***** never needed tent | |
| Either way it’s darker, I save myself a couple cents | |
| I’m smarter than the average, we just talkin’ bout the rent | |
| Home of the free uh, livin’ in America | |
| Cold, cold world I guess we all is Nancy Kerrigan | |
| Thought they’d let you skate through, or run like Marion | |
| Let you reach your goal and then they call you ol’ arrogant | |
| Jordan ‘85 and *****t, break a foot in all they asses | |
| Book sense, common sense, that’s two separate kind of classes | |
| I’m just in another space, you just on the same planet | |
| Range shootin’ out at things, I ain’t talkin’ the Atlantic | |
| Call me Plymouth Rock baby, no thanks given though | |
| Only thing I’m thinkin’ now is how to flip another flow | |
| I ain’t talkin’ commercials though, I know I’m talkin’ progressive | |
| So over your heads my homie said count your blessings up | |
| It’s about ten I see and I ain’t speakin’ Memphis | |
| Talkin’ bout patience, gifts, friend*****p bein’ relentless | |
| Boy I got some wings and I ain’t speakin’ on Bentleys | |
| But if I ever get one you know I’m whippin’ on Indie | |
| 500, hunnid, I tell you mu’suckas I’m comin’ | |
| Whether man or you woman, boy I’m a beast if you frontin’ | |
| Bring it back to your front and | |
| Bring it back to your front and | |
| Bring it back, rewind, it’s nuthin’ to *****ne, so I | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1 | |
| Billie Holiday, I sing your blues | |
| Bet your life against me and I swear to God you' ll lose it | |
| Mutha the cops we still singin' for St. Louis | |
| Super easy flow, t I could do it while I' m snoozin' | |
| Trippin' off the again like Pookie out of rehab | |
| Talkin' money you ain' t got, steady makin' me laugh | |
| Call it funny paper like a Sunday praisin' Jesus | |
| The world goin' apes again, I swear we need a Caesar | |
| I told him I ain' t single he still ask me can I see ya | |
| I told him he ain' t too smart why them other ladies D ya | |
| Your scorin' inefficient, I' m just talkin' business | |
| Numbers never lie when you been shootin' high percentage | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Go ' head go ' head, go ' head go ' head | |
| Go ' head go ' head, go ' head go ' head | |
| Go call the cops on us I' mma go start some craziness drama | |
| Tryna be patient Obama don' t make ' em bring out them llamas | |
| Go ' head | |
| Verse 2 | |
| It' s intense when your color this immense | |
| Throwing shade so much a never needed tent | |
| Either way it' s darker, I save myself a couple cents | |
| I' m smarter than the average, we just talkin' bout the rent | |
| Home of the free uh, livin' in America | |
| Cold, cold world I guess we all is Nancy Kerrigan | |
| Thought they' d let you skate through, or run like Marion | |
| Let you reach your goal and then they call you ol' arrogant | |
| Jordan ' 85 and t, break a foot in all they asses | |
| Book sense, common sense, that' s two separate kind of classes | |
| I' m just in another space, you just on the same planet | |
| Range shootin' out at things, I ain' t talkin' the Atlantic | |
| Call me Plymouth Rock baby, no thanks given though | |
| Only thing I' m thinkin' now is how to flip another flow | |
| I ain' t talkin' commercials though, I know I' m talkin' progressive | |
| So over your heads my homie said count your blessings up | |
| It' s about ten I see and I ain' t speakin' Memphis | |
| Talkin' bout patience, gifts, friend p bein' relentless | |
| Boy I got some wings and I ain' t speakin' on Bentleys | |
| But if I ever get one you know I' m whippin' on Indie | |
| 500, hunnid, I tell you mu' suckas I' m comin' | |
| Whether man or you woman, boy I' m a beast if you frontin' | |
| Bring it back to your front and | |
| Bring it back to your front and | |
| Bring it back, rewind, it' s nuthin' to ne, so I | |
| Hook |