girl, get up.

Sippin' my kombucha on a rooftop
Smokin' blue dream on my Kama Sutra

Life is but a dream for a dark skin bitch like me
Life gets dark when you're dark like me
Times get hard with a heart this big
Mouths get fed when your ass this thick
Count my sheep, then I catch my Z's
I don't read y'all tweets, I delete y'all threads
Don't need weed to be ten feet tall
I don't need keys when I knock down walls
Been pushin' P since bathroom stalls
Why sell my soul when I know I'm God?

I be in the back, levitatin'
Doin' meditation in the girl getup
Fuckin' on all confrontation, fuck a limitation
In the girl getup
Somehow I know it all, everything is mine
Mine, mine

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

All that industry plant shit wack
I see it on the blogs, I see you in the chats
You suck every rap nigga dick from the back
But what's the agenda when the it girl Black?
Y'all can't fathom that I worked this hard
And y'all can't fathom that I earned this chart

Y'all can't stand my vibe 'cause I'm anointed
All y'all evil-ass hoes just annoying
Blame it on the fame, blame it on the coke
Blame it on the D'USSÉ, got you feelin' low
Y'all wanna believe I'm on drugs and forsaken
They won't credit me, so they blame it on Satan
Blame it on my label, blame it on my team
End of the day, everything is on me

Miss Bag Lady, Little Messiah
Little Miss Hire Them Hoes Then Fire Them

I be in the back, levitatin'
Doin' meditation in the girl getup
Fuckin' on all confrontation, fuck a limitation
In the girl getup
Somehow I know it all, everything is mine
Mine, mine

They callin' me the intellect amongst the pussy rat
I still be poppin' pussy at my sister, so I can't agree with that
These hoes misogynistic, I'll address it on the album
For now, let's sink into the fact that hate don't make you powerful
Y'all monitorin' spirits, go monitor that checkbook

Fashion week was radical, diamonds what my neck took
Tried to turn the other cheek, but y'all just too damn extra
I had to take it to the stu' and show these hoes pressure
Father, forgive 'em, they gon' be hurt when I deliver
The album six months sold, it need a fuckin' babysitter
I did eight years of failin', plus a lot of cold winters
Used to be a starvin' artist, now I want the whole dinner

Bitch, I want my things, Nissan to a Bentley coupe
Fuck you mean? Got a cosign from K. Dot
She's Baby Keem, God keep me from the bitterness
Help me reach the masses, all the Black women gon' feel this shit

I be in the back, levitatin'
Doin' meditation in the girl getup
Fuckin' on all confrontation, fuck a limitation
In the girl getup
Somehow I know it all, everything is mine
Mine, mine