Sippin' my kombucha
on a rooftop
Smokin' blue dream
on my karma sutra
Life is but a dream for a
dark skin b**** like me
Life gets dark when
you're dark like me
Times get hard
with a heart this big
Mouths get fed when
your a** this thick
Count my sheep,
and I catch my Zs
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,
leave me, girl, get up
Pickin' on
non-confrontation
F*** a limitation,
leave me, girl, get up
Somehow, I know that
I'll have everything,
it's mine
Mine, mine
All that industry
plant s*** whack
I see it on the blogs,
I see you in the chats
You suck every rap
n**** d*** from
the back
But what's the agenda
when the it girl black?
Y'all can't fathom
that I work 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-a**
h*** just annoyin'
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 Miss-iah
Little Miss hire them
h***, then fire them
I be in the back,
levitatin'
Doin' meditation,
leave me, girl, get up
Pickin' on
non-confrontation
F*** a limitation,
leave me, girl, get up
Somehow, I know that
I'll have everything,
it's mine
Mine, mine
They callin' me the
intellect amongst
the p**** rap
I still be poppin'
p****, them my sisters,
so I can't agree
with that
These n*****
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 n***** pressure
Father, forgive 'em,
they gon' be hurt
when I deliver
The album six
months old, it need
a f****' 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
B****,
I want my things
Nissan to a
Bentley coupe
Got a cosign from K. Dot
God, keep me
from the bitterness
Help me reach the
masses, all the black
women gon' feel
this s***
I be in
the back, levitatin'
Doin' meditation,
leave me, girl, get up
Pickin' on
non-confrontation
F*** a limitation,
leave me, girl, get up
Somehow, I know that
I'll have everything,
it's mine
Mine, mine