Bounty

Bitch wants a bounty on my head, must really suck, wanting me dead

You watch me so closely, think I couldn't see, I'm always miles ahead

You spent your time playing friend, but you were really just plotting my end

I didn't see it, it was lethal, jealousy, oh the irony

You live, think, talk, and breathe me

It must hurt wanting to be me

You better be wise, placing your hit on me

It's not my fault that you men all hit on me

I'm a sharp shot, got the red beam fixed always

Call me the white feather, I'll play in any weather