Lyrics
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, 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 chequebook
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