Look What You’ve Done

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Oh, look what you've done to me You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check Word to the most high, high The most high, high No going out bad, chasing a bag, I don't do nothing for trends Feel like LaBelle, Patti, mothering soul, I'm carrying twins Couple of classics, one on the way, guess I should hop in a Benz Flauntin' on y'all, flexin' on y'all, showin' what you are not in But you'd rather be you What's status wit' no character? That mirror, it's gon' stare at me I face it naked, now I feel like Erykah, the world should see I'm giving y'all a window seat Priorities, I stand within the gap like I was Yeezy I know Weezy know the bridge is weak Should it break, I know I'll swim the creek like a fugitive Talk to God, the source, asking how many mics is this? They told me five, I told 'em seven Jordan, Jackson, other Jordan, Phelps, Tyson, Coach K, Epps I feel like seven, I feel like seven, Momma, Daddy some stars That days I feel lost, they redirecting me back to God Whether in Kingdom Halls or synagogue, I pray to the high Move wit' more intention because today I know my why, when, who, what for Through what door my destiny lies Just like Nas, got destiny ties, I model Iman What they be on, I went beyond, beyond, got lighters in sky Sat in the fire like Meshach, more unbothered and more wise A wise woman once said nothin' so I'll never reply I laugh through pain more these days than the days that I cry No woman, no cry, these days I feel more Mary J Blige Happy, happy, joyful, joyful 'cause I didn't comply You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check Word to the most high, high The most high, high You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check Word to the most high, high The most high, high I wonder all the time why Lauryn left Some days I feel I'll do the exact same thing It ain't no love here The whips, chains, money and fame talk That pressure made a diamond, I put that in a ring Yeah, it's the roc, bish I'm too Black, I'm too this, mm-hmm Till Black girls meet me and tell me they feel seen I represent it, ho The Grammys were the first ones to nominate Rap I just wanted awards from my all black everythings For the Chikas, Tierras, LK47s, the future Queens 2011 Bron, I feel I'm the greatest without a ring And this ain't condemnation, this is conversation Don't get triggered, man When men support me, I see some of you get inside your feelings, fam I hate that That y'all can't see the points made without step-backs And step back, it goes both ways Don't lift me up throwing shade at my sistas that made it out wit' ass and bass Support what you like, you ain't gotta show love using hate, my nigga You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check Word to the most high, high The most high, high You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check Word to the most high, high The most high, high Aye, it's the world's most dangerous morning show, The Breakfast Club I go by the name of Charlemagne the God, and, ladies and gentlemen Finally, one of the greatest lyricists of her generation has come out of hibernation And is blessing us with some new sounds It's the Carolina's own, Rapsody The record is called Do Not Disturb It's Not Personal Produced by Black Odyssey Let's get into it