Ratchet
I ain't polished, ain't prim, ain't playing pretend,Got a crown on my head, but it tilts in the wind.Gold hoops swinging, nails long, colors loud,Mouth full of truth, and I say it real proud.
They call it ratchet, I call it free,Unapologetic, just being me.Too bold, too raw, too much to take,But I ain't dimming down—nah, that's a mistake.
A little bit hood, a little bit wise,Flipping the script, fire in my eyes.Dance when I wanna, laugh too loud,Move like a queen, stand tall in a crowd.
Judge if you want, but I know my worth,Been through the struggle, came out rebirthed.So keep your pearls, your tight-lipped ways,I'm ratchet, I'm real, and I'm here to stay.