girl, get up. Lyrics

girl, get up. Lyrics

Sippin' my kombucha on a rooftop

Smokin' blue dream on my karma 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, 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

Fuck a limitation, leave me, girl, get up

Somehow, I know that I'll have everything, it's mine

Mine, mine (Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da)

All that industry plant shit whack

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 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-ass hoes 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 hoes, then fire them

Mm, I be in the back, levitatin'

Doin' meditation, leave me, girl, get up

Pickin' on non-confrontation

Fuck 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 pussy rap

I still be poppin' pussy, them my sisters, so I can't agree with that

These niggas 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 niggas pressure

Father, forgive 'em, they gon' be hurt when I deliver

The album six months old, 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

Mm, I be in the back, levitatin'

Doin' meditation, leave me, girl, get up

Pickin' on non-confrontation

Fuck a limitation, leave me, girl, get up

Somehow, I know that I'll have everything, it's mine

Mine, mine