Still I Rise

Pay attention, biatch (uh-huh) Shout out Young Steff for the assistance (yeah) Scotty the engineer, what up? All my niggas throwin' it up on them bikes, I see you The Affiliates, nigga Nicki I told you I got you, baby, Gucci got you, baby Weezy got you, we gon' hold you down, get 'em Holiday season 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 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, it's 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 Ask L.A. Reid, ask Jay Then hit up Universal, see what Sylvia Rhone say Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris Lighty, 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 (still I might) Keep my eyes on the prize See my haters, tell 'em, "Hi" (I'ma keep my eyes on the price, oh, oh) 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" (tell 'em hi from me) One day you'll remember this One day when we reminisce (when we reminisce, reminisce, baby) Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz