1st verse
Sorry, yawl, I'm not Cardi B
Or whoever else you came to see
I'm Ally Vyne the only me
With a dash of Freddie & Dixie Lee
But copying others is so tempting
But I'm not a biter
I walk in my own lane, happy to be an outsider
I'm a loaner not an introvert
Cause people come with good perks
I ain't talking free beats
I'm talking all the booty kisses I get for free
As soon as they see you holding a mic
They come chasing, from diva's to dikes
They never heard my verses or hooks
But their minds get shook
From my iTune album book
Thinking I got concerts overbooked
Hook
I wonder if they know this is day one
When the total number of fans is one
Numero Uno, are you the one
2nd verse
I've been asked
To compare myself to the past
I guess that's the box they put you in
Smells like ass
An arduous task
To walk in the shadow of greatness
Cause Mount Vernon NY made this
Yeah, I got uptown in my DNA
If I get a million streams, I can pay bills today
Or buy a 90s Saturn
I'll be a vintage rapper
Humble if I save the candy wrappers
I'll dress down instead of being dapper
Anything for a spotlight
Cause its hard for fans to spot
Sincerity
Shit, this ain't the Serengeti
I shouldn't have to bob & weave
To avoid being devoured
Within the 1st hour of my debut
But f*ck it, I'm hardcore
Like a diabetic eating smores
Trying to be hardcore is a chore
And I know I upset the rap Martians
Wearing these crocks & doc martins
Please Pardon my garden, its starving
For bright lights outside the margins
Raised on Newports by the carton
2nd hand smoke released stardom
Begging for hookups & bargains
From basement martyrs
I redefined self-starter