Bad Girl
Miss Wraith Gutter
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Yeah... y'all see the queen on the throne now.
But you don't know the dirt I had to crawl through to build this motherfucker.
Let me take you back... way back.
To when I was just a bad little bitch with a whole lotta somethin' to prove.
Before the name WG was heard on these streets I was just a shorty with scraped-up knees and dirty feet Watchin' the OGs from my project window, countin' stacks of green
I knew right then and there, that was gonna be my fuckin' scene
I wasn't gonna be no housewife, no bitch on some sucka's arm
I was gonna be the one keepin' the whole damn hood from harm... or bringin' the alarm
Saw the crews rollin' deep, the colors, the respect they got I knew I wanted my piece of that fuckin' pot
I was just a kid, but my eyes were old as hell Knew this world was either eat or get eaten, a livin', breathin' hell.
Cause I was a bad girl, straight up, born to raise some hell
Had to put in work in stories that I can never fuckin' tell
This ain't no sob story, this ain't no cry for help, you see This is the goddamn recipe of how you make a G
I did what I had to, to get my fuckin' stripes and juice
A bad little bitch on the block, lettin' all the demons loose.
The gang wars kicked off, shit got hot real fast
Sirens were the soundtrack, every day could be your last
They didn't see a little girl, they saw a soldier, young and bold
Gave me a burner, told me, "Do what you're fuckin' told."
Don't you ask me 'bout the shit I did in the dark of night
Don't you ask me 'bout the faces that still haunt my fuckin' sight
Just know that when our rivals fell, and our territory grew
My name was whispered with fear by every rival crew
I held down corners that grown men were too scared to touch
Collected debts with a baseball bat, maybe a little too much
I learned to shut my feelings off, a skill
I learned to keep 'Cause showin' weakness on these streets'll get you buried six feet deep.
Cause I was a bad girl, straight up, born to raise some hell
Had to put in work in stories that I can never fuckin' tell
This ain't no sob story, this ain't no cry for help, you see
This is the goddamn recipe of how you make a G
I did what I had to, to get my fuckin' stripes and juice
A bad little bitch on the block, lettin' all the demons loose.
I traded bedtime stories for the sound of a gunshot
I traded hopscotch on the asphalt for a bloody parking lot
I lost a part of my soul out there, I ain't gonna fuckin' lie
But I gained a reputation that money could never buy
This crown I wear ain't made of gold,
It's forged in fire and in lead
From the blood, the sweat, the fuckin' tears that my younger self shed.
So when you see me now, standin' tall and in command
Remember the foundation was built by these two fuckin' hands
I earned every last shred of this respect, word is bond
From a bad little girl to the queen of this whole fuckin' pond.
Straight up. Miss WG. Remember the fuckin' name.