Goddess

歌詞

V1 Ain't this what y'all need me for? You done pissed me off, what is y'all leaving for? Oh what, a white girl with a flow ain't been seen before? Bow down until your knees get sore, Treat Niemens like a grocery store, And Selfridges get the same rapport. Ask Bey when we off on tour, Hoppin out of fly whips, screaming this ain't yours How famous can one get fore she get tired? One phone call that make all the money get wired, Spit fire that'll burn down an empire, Twenty deep in the sprinter tryn the Benz tires, Wave hello when I breeze by ya, Make enough in ten months I could live off or retire, But I just won't quit, Tryna figure out which part of this you just don't get, huh? CHORUS Lord let me know if you got us, Preaching about profits, It ain't no one man could stop us, Bow down to a goddess. Bow down to a goddess. Bow down to a goddess. It ain't no one man could stop us, Bow down to a goddess. Goddess, got it? V2 Same critics wondered if I had it in me, Now want me to play friendly. But how the hell you play friendly when the mention of my name could cause a media frenzy? The cameras flash everywhere, make it hard to miss me, Lately I've been crazy tell a psych ward commit me, Death to any competition coming up against me, You think there's anything better then come convince me Until then I'll be leading the race so bow down, put ya knee to ya face. While I make wine out of water, turn rappers in to martyrs, Set it off whenever I-G-G in the place. Young rapper goddess, y'all a boring read like rappers digest, They could never see me fall, like I skipped through August, I'm thinkin' 'bout now would be the time to start this. CHORUS Put your hands to the sky, But only if you feel the vibe, They wanna bury me alive but y'all ain't know real gods never die! CHORUS