Godz
What you know about me huh?
I been doin' this since I was knee high
Got to rep it for the tiddas till the day I die
And we ain't fuckin wit you bitch bye bye
Came along way since I was on rock bottom
Straight outta prison straight to the show stopping
What you guna say about me bra I been open?
Ain't no shame in my game 'cause I get it poppin'
Uh - gone switch on em
Let me tell somethin bout me trick
Give a fuck about opinions 'cause they don't pay rent
I invest in my kids that's money well spent,
And if you don't like me gon write that diss
99 problems and haters ain't shit
Cause I am not destined to cater to pricks
Get off my mick and get off mum's tits
And worry 'bout puttin' a roof on ya head
You ain't fuckin with nah
Got my back backed up my Ancestors
Spirit here be beatin' out my chest cuz
And if you think I'm a pussy I'm a mad cunt
Gon' Barkaa here came back from the dead
Had a noose on my neck kicked it off with my legs
So before you go throw dirt on my name
Make sure you say my name with some respect
BITCH
Told ya no stoppin' till my body rot (La)
Rep for my tiddas, my tiddas are Gods (La)
Got it on lock 'cause this shit's all I got
I'm a certified boss yeah I'm Barkaa the don
And I'm cream of the crop I belong here on top
I'ma tell 'em how it is cuz
You fuckin with a tidda 'cause she got bars,
Got a few haters wishing on my downfall
But got mad mob with me on my come up
And I can see envy in 'em when I came wid it
Cause ain't nobody done did what I done wid it
I'ma black matriarchy wid a big spirit
And I'm born gifted baby so I'm guna geddit
Ughhh gon switch wid it
You can't tell me shit about me bitch
Cause I grew from that gutter, made it out that trench
Guna come for everything that they said I wouldn't get
And when I get back my land you can call me the king
I'm flyer than most 'cause I grew back my wings
I broke off my chains give a fuck bout that bling
Fuck 'bout ya labels, I'm signed to that label
Put food on my table, I'm doing my thing
How you gonna hate me huh?
Yeah I do what I want when I want bruh
I got no body telling me what to do
And if you try motherfucker, you ain't get far
Swear, I had people throw dirt on my name
But they buried the seed and I started to gain
Too many scabs gon get off my plate
Got no loose change get the fuck out my face BITCH
Told ya no stoppin' till my body rot (La)
Rep for my tiddas my tiddas are Gods (La)
Got it on lock 'cause this shit's all I got
I'm a certified boss yeah I'm Barkaa the don
And I'm cream of the crop I belong here on top
La I had to build it from the bottom when I came up
Didn't have an option just to give up so I'll say sum
Everybody placed their judgement on me as a young mum
But I knew that I was destined for this greatness,
I'm a young gun
Let me tell you something that I think that you should know 'bout
If you stuck in the traps, I promise you there's a way out
Everything happens for a reason, watch it play out
And if you doubted my come up,
I'ma chin up and say hey now
Baby it's all breezy over here
I got Ancestors here with me so I ain't really got fear
Everybody in ear telling me that I'm the one
But without all of the mob then I ain't really got non
I'm only here cause my people where the ones to lift me up
So I'ma rep it for my mob, young tidda really gon stunt
If you think that you ain't nothin' go look in the mirror Bub
And say to yourself you ain't stoppin' here
till it's all said and done
I been doin' this since I was knee high
Got to rep it for the tiddas till the day I die
And we ain't fuckin wit you bitch bye bye
Came along way since I was on rock bottom
Straight outta prison straight to the show stopping
What you guna say about me bra I been open?
Ain't no shame in my game 'cause I get it poppin'
Uh - gone switch on em
Let me tell somethin bout me trick
Give a fuck about opinions 'cause they don't pay rent
I invest in my kids that's money well spent,
And if you don't like me gon write that diss
99 problems and haters ain't shit
Cause I am not destined to cater to pricks
Get off my mick and get off mum's tits
And worry 'bout puttin' a roof on ya head
You ain't fuckin with nah
Got my back backed up my Ancestors
Spirit here be beatin' out my chest cuz
And if you think I'm a pussy I'm a mad cunt
Gon' Barkaa here came back from the dead
Had a noose on my neck kicked it off with my legs
So before you go throw dirt on my name
Make sure you say my name with some respect
BITCH
Told ya no stoppin' till my body rot (La)
Rep for my tiddas, my tiddas are Gods (La)
Got it on lock 'cause this shit's all I got
I'm a certified boss yeah I'm Barkaa the don
And I'm cream of the crop I belong here on top
I'ma tell 'em how it is cuz
You fuckin with a tidda 'cause she got bars,
Got a few haters wishing on my downfall
But got mad mob with me on my come up
And I can see envy in 'em when I came wid it
Cause ain't nobody done did what I done wid it
I'ma black matriarchy wid a big spirit
And I'm born gifted baby so I'm guna geddit
Ughhh gon switch wid it
You can't tell me shit about me bitch
Cause I grew from that gutter, made it out that trench
Guna come for everything that they said I wouldn't get
And when I get back my land you can call me the king
I'm flyer than most 'cause I grew back my wings
I broke off my chains give a fuck bout that bling
Fuck 'bout ya labels, I'm signed to that label
Put food on my table, I'm doing my thing
How you gonna hate me huh?
Yeah I do what I want when I want bruh
I got no body telling me what to do
And if you try motherfucker, you ain't get far
Swear, I had people throw dirt on my name
But they buried the seed and I started to gain
Too many scabs gon get off my plate
Got no loose change get the fuck out my face BITCH
Told ya no stoppin' till my body rot (La)
Rep for my tiddas my tiddas are Gods (La)
Got it on lock 'cause this shit's all I got
I'm a certified boss yeah I'm Barkaa the don
And I'm cream of the crop I belong here on top
La I had to build it from the bottom when I came up
Didn't have an option just to give up so I'll say sum
Everybody placed their judgement on me as a young mum
But I knew that I was destined for this greatness,
I'm a young gun
Let me tell you something that I think that you should know 'bout
If you stuck in the traps, I promise you there's a way out
Everything happens for a reason, watch it play out
And if you doubted my come up,
I'ma chin up and say hey now
Baby it's all breezy over here
I got Ancestors here with me so I ain't really got fear
Everybody in ear telling me that I'm the one
But without all of the mob then I ain't really got non
I'm only here cause my people where the ones to lift me up
So I'ma rep it for my mob, young tidda really gon stunt
If you think that you ain't nothin' go look in the mirror Bub
And say to yourself you ain't stoppin' here
till it's all said and done
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Grant, Chloe Quayle, Jacob Turier
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