(SHYY)
Yeah
I know pain and scars, I know martial arts
Thank God I made it, mashallah
Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car
Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far
But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills
Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel
Heard the beat and it gave me chills
Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill
I ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop
I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop
Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis
I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces
SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season
Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason
I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'
For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it
I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step
I got enough batty, I got enough breast
I know how to make a house into a home
When he come home, food set
Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef
Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness
They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute
I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ
They told you I'm humble, well, f*ck that, you've been lied to
They make it to the top, then add water and dilute
My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to
I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon
Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do
They can't move how I move, huh, yeah
Too much I can brag about
Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about
Nineties baby, fatherless child
But who would I be if I did have my dad around?
These days, gotta use cold words talkin'
Who would I snap if I did have my camera?
Who you know mixin' genres like me?
Do you not get it? I am the baddest out
Yes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings
Sis said, "Why do you buy this stuff?", I just like it, innit?
My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'
Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'
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English
(SHYY)
Yeah
I know pain and scars, I know martial arts
Thank God I made it, mashallah
Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car
Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far
But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills
Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel
Heard the beat and it gave me chills
Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill
I ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop
I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop
Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis
I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces
SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season
Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason
I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'
For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it
I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step
I got enough batty, I got enough breast
I know how to make a house into a home
When he come home, food set
Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef
Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness
They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute
I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ
They told you I'm humble, well, f*ck that, you've been lied to
They make it to the top, then add water and dilute
My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to
I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon
Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do
They can't move how I move, huh, yeah
Too much I can brag about
Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about
Nineties baby, fatherless child
But who would I be if I did have my dad around?
These days, gotta use cold words talkin'
Who would I snap if I did have my camera?
Who you know mixin' genres like me?
Do you not get it? I am the baddest out
Yes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings
Sis said, "Why do you buy this stuff?", I just like it, innit?
My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'
Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'
Yeah
I know pain and scars, I know martial arts
Thank God I made it, mashallah
Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car
Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far
But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills
Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel
Heard the beat and it gave me chills
Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill
I ain't gotta be what they on (oh) or be in the latest drop
I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop
Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis
I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces
SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season
Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason
I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'
For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it
I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step
I got enough batty, I got enough breast
I know how to make a house into a home
When he come home, food set
Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef
Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness
They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute
I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ
They told you I'm humble, well, f*ck that, you've been lied to
They make it to the top, then add water and dilute
My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to
I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon
Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do
They can't move how I move, huh, yeah
Too much I can brag about
Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about
Nineties baby, fatherless child
But who would I be if I did have my dad around?
These days, gotta use cold words talkin'
Who would I snap if I did have my camera?
Who you know mixin' genres like me?
Do you not get it? I am the baddest out
Yes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings
Sis said, "Why do you buy this stuff?", I just like it, innit?
My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'
Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'
Writer: Pavlos Rigas, Shayan Vessal, Simbiatu Ajikawo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Little Simz
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Pavlos Rigas, Shayan Vessal, Simbiatu Ajikawo