LYRICS GAME

on this beat iamlopess played around!

With a crop top and miniskirt

Today I'm getting on stage

I'll spit some rhymes

That's my job

Security, don't stop me

He follows me now

So I don't cause a riot

These are the hazards of the job

I've got lots of patience

So I don't blow the deal

I won't play the game

That they want for me

I'll sing what I want

I'm not signing with a label

I'll build my own company

Gangstas do it like that

I'm set on being everything

That one day they said

That I, Júlia, wouldn't be

How will they react?

When they turn on the TV

And see a fly little Black girl

That they used to see in the street

But they just used to laugh

They play dumb

But they know ajuliacosta

This gift is undeniable

No one needs to fake it anymore

I'll keep laying my rhyme

And I'll earn my cut

And it's not 'cause you're scared

That I'm gonna stop existing

Breck, breck, badass

Don't come demanding my attention

Since I don't owe you a thing

Fragile ego

I know these girls rattle you

To take a spot

That you'd humiliate yourself to keep

Look at this crew

It stays intact

And they mix up

Actions with words and all that

If you wanna jump high

Jump high in your own house

'Cause the little Black girl in an i30

Is cruising through the hood and stuff

All good?

You know we're the ones who make it happen

If you want I'll send you the link

Of the ajuliacosta kit

So you can get inspired in your hood

And be hot

Lock in on the beat and the kit

From the swaggy queen

Can you rhyme now?

My crew out there always draws a crowd

It even looks like a micareta bloc

I'm the attraction they pay less

But who's the one that sells out the party?

I don't post vouchers for broke dudes

That guy's show is an ASMR

Nobody moves, nobody jumps, only sleeps

When he fills the place, it looks like a daycare

They tell lies, they brag

I count money

I sign contracts

Stacking bags all day long

In this rhyme class I was your teacher

Repeat the grade, your score is zero

DM open only for bookers

Businesswoman tip, invest in what's right

Mine doesn't blink

For your autotune so off-key

Money is good and it's in my account

And what backs me up are the rhymes I kill

I'd listen to your work

But sadly, I find you so weak

Always the same thing

The one who smokes, the gold-digger who wants to be by your side

But, on the other hand, you're not wrong

What's wrong is whoever thinks that's pretty

Wrong is whoever's giving you a stage

Wrong are the girls who see you as an idol

You're listening to the real one

But it's a fact that he watches

Go study my show

Because he copies the lyrics

Look for a strategy

And I leave that guy on the ground

When the subject is metric

I break this stage down

I've always been above average

On Twitter, subtweet

And he acts all badass

On Insta, you want my feature

Be ready to pay me

Blocking won't help

I'm everywhere

Nice to meet you, your new ref

I'm the one you're gonna listen to

Business woman

Like make money

This crew bothers you

Because it'll be your end

I throw money up

Looks like a movie scene

I don't hang with that broke dude

He's a fake ass b*tch

It's that you wanna be on the team

You say you hate me

But I'm on the cover of your playlist

I leave you inspired

Put my sound on repeat

And with every track I make

I'm getting richer

on this beat iamlopess played around!