Still I Rise

She said, "Fuck Fendi!" but I think she was playin'

I heard she move them thangs, I think she fuckin' Wayne

She call herself Lewinsky, that means she give him brain

She tryna be like Lil' Kim, her picture looks the same

Why she ain't signed with G-Unit? She from Queens, right?

And what's her nationality? She Chinese, right?

I mean she okay, but she ain't all that

She ain't the next bitch, tell that bitch fall back

See I'm a hater, I go hard, listen, let's begin

You know her last name Minaj? She a lesbian

And she ain't never comin' out, look at Currensy

But every time she do an interview, you know I run and see

She get me so sick it make me vomit

That's why I spend my time online leaving comments

And you know that I got some more haters with me

Might hit up This Is 50

MTV, hit up BET

Tell 'em pretty, pretty please don't play Nicki

Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em hi

One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em hi

One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

(Nothing I do is good enough for you)

Bitches is like crabs in a bucket

You see a bad bitch gettin' shine, you should love it

'Cause every time a door opens for me, that means you

Just got a better opportunity to do you

They don't understand, these labels look at numbers and statistics

I lose, you lose, ma, it's just logistics

Anyway, real bitches listen when I'm speakin'

'Cause if Nicki win, then all of y'all gettin' meetings

Yeah

Ask L.A. Reid, ask Jay

Then hit up Universal, see what Sylvia Rhone say

Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris

Lady, when you're done, just salute a bad bitch

Only underground bitch around that's ducking the paparazzi

In and outta town, be swervin' the Maserati

Stay around the white like a Nazi

Pussy p-p-popping on my poppers so the cops see, bitches

Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em hi

One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em hi

One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz