Three jobs, took years to save / But I got a ticket on that plane / People got a lot to say / But don’t know shit about where I was made / Or how many floors that I had to scrub / Just to make it past where I am from / No money, no family / Sixteen in the middle of Miami / I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich / I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
The new joint by Iggy has been on repeat for about two weeks, mostly because not only is it a lose depiction of B’s life, but because its the best TWERKING music to wake us up in the mornings. Love Iggy’s style and love even more how that southern rap flows out of her runway model face. She is fucking up societal norms left right and center.
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