Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nick Grant
Vocals
Stacy Barthe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Grant
Composer
Stacy Barthe
Composer
Vasjon Hill
Lyrics
Britney LaRedna
Composer
Christopher Brown
Composer
Larrance Dopson
Composer
Shaunice Harris
Composer
Lamar Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mars 1500
Producer
Hit-Boy
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, forever a queen, pure black and ever so clean
When shit get hot, you help me watch for what these devils could bring
Responsible nightmares and having federal dreams
And being grounded can bring you closer to heavenly things
I learn from you, I want you to teach me to love you
The missing piece to the puzzle, single parent hustle
I feel stupid, thought Cupid's arrows too dull to cut through
Sweet Sadie, you give me sugar, place none above you
That cocoa butter on skin, took the G out of me
Wanna be with a king, Coretta must be your kin
Gotta be color blind, you can't see you're a gem
Before I break the family branch, I'll go out on a limb
I love your eyes, the way you stare
I love your heart, how you provide for whomever's there
I promise I got you, you never had a lot, how could I fault you for this?
You like the closest thing to God, still we call you a bitch
Black woman
[Verse 2]
Woman
Don't you know you mean the world
Oh, you mean the world
Oh, woman
Woman
[Verse 3]
Uh, thanking God for your presence, you gifted, girl, you a blessing
Since these women are ours, let's cherish them every second
Times get harder, that's why your heart darker than Florida Evans
Simply precious, my muse, my beautiful imperfection
Mother nature gave me life, that's how they best describe it
The light of my life, but still we are forever blinded
They turn around, exploit your physicals and televise 'em
We more concerned with diamonds and rhymes about who's the flyest
Here's my lecture to recognize her, she timeless, why do they hate her?
From Nina Simone to Angela Davis
Hung up my jersey from modern day player
Know a single woman who struggles working double
But still could never do her no favors
Know a single woman who fucking ball players for paper
Training the adolescent mind to celebrate her
If no you, there is no me, how could I fault you for this?
You like the closest thing to God, still we call you a bitch
Black woman
[Verse 4]
Woman
Don't you know you mean the world
Oh, you mean the world
Oh, woman
Woman
[Verse 5]
Uh, I swear your hair is like the thickest cotton pickings
Heading for temptation, but that's not an option listed
And as I browse your mind, I'm learning that you're optimistic
Could probably vision us together, but that's not realistic
I heard the rumors twice over and they sound horrific
But I knows better, searching for your mouth to kiss in
Man, when I pray, I tell my God that you're His best invention
And when I'm done touching your mind, here's my next intention
A blessing, isn't it? A stand up ****, never pour me a four up
She wants the real me and I ain't hesitate when I showed her
This ain't checkers, it's chess, start our journey through flesh
Who the fuck are they kidding? You nurtured men through your breast
I bare these arms for protection, you point the finger at fault
Was handed nothing, you vanishing, I can't stomach the thought
I couldn't manage to be hip, the pain would damage my walk
My feet are tired, you embody everything I admire, my black woman
[Verse 6]
My black woman, oh, woman
Oh, woman, woman, oh, woman
Where would we be? Where would we be?
Without a woman
Without mothers
Without daughters or sisters
Grandmothers and aunts
Wives, girlfriends
Oh, woman
Written by: Britney Bereal, Britney LaRedna, Christopher Brown, L. Daunte Edwards, Lamar Edwards, Larrance Dopson, Nick Grant, Shaunice Harris, Stacy Barthe, Vasjon Hill

