Miss high profile caught you shopping on Canal
I guess it makes sense it seems phony as your style
Your hair and your nails just as phony as your smile
Fake eyelashes you drew your eyebrows
It make a brother ask do you pride yourself?
Your make up like a mask trynna hide yourself
It seems on the outside you thinking you the shit
Put theres a soul that's inside that you don't even knew exist
So you so out of touch that the world mistreat you, rich niggas fuck you and broke niggas beat you
Hoping this will reach you when you understand that your value aint determined by another man
Cuz right now you let them brothers get the upper hand
And you just tell them go deep like Cunningham
And you just let them OD like Len Bias
And that pussy so good he let his friends try it
