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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Simz
Little Simz
Lead Vocals
Graham Godfrey
Graham Godfrey
Percussion
Kadeem Clarke
Kadeem Clarke
Keyboards
Nathan Allen
Nathan Allen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Josiah Cover
Dean Josiah Cover
Composer
Simbiatu Ajikawo
Simbiatu Ajikawo
Lyrics
Rosie Danvers
Rosie Danvers
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Inflo
Inflo
Producer
Ben Baptie
Ben Baptie
Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Richard Woodcraft
Richard Woodcraft
Mixing Engineer
Sophie Ellis
Sophie Ellis
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Why the desperate need for an applause? I'll wait Is she the GOAT here? Well, it's safe to assume Everybody panic when I step in the room And I can feel that shit a mile off Niggas is rappin' about pieces People are really dyin', is that what's needed? I can't save your soul, you need Jesus Tell me, please Why the desperate need to be remembered? Everybody know 'bout what you've done How far you've come, I'm guilty, it's a little self-centred People change when it's about personal gain I stay in my lane, 'cause I'm not done with these checks Give me what I deserve and not speak on the rest Don't know what has occurred, then do not aimlessly guess It's a gift and a curse to be this pretty and blessed (Blessed, blessed, blessed) So blessed, used to plug that 20-pound mic' into the back of the Mac (Mac, Mac, Mac) Just so you can hear my voice Always knew this was my callin', but I'm here by choice And things change Shit been dark for a minute, I'm (blessed, blessed, blessed) Delirious, it's hard to function on this winner's time (blessed, blessed, blessed) Mouths to feed, my nigga Scripts to read, my nigga Double life, livin' overseas, my nigga, shit Left home for it Jazmine just had a daughter, man, she's so gorgeous Told me, "Life is givin' life", and I'm so for it Maybe one day Nothin's more important, and family's where the love stays Dealin' with society's pressures is one thing Let alone all of the problems that funds bring But no stress Understand it comes with the process I follow my intuition 'cause it knows best I'm so used to gettin' it on my own, yes I know my people wanna see me win, I'll never let you down Standin' ovation for the one who's wearin' a crown I got royalty In my blood, I was born great Don't allow anyone to undermine your fate You've awakened the fearless High beams and lucid dreams And don't be so obsessed to me You think you know what's best for me Take my energy, come to find there's nothin' left of me Went from bein' small-time to becomin' my own entity Went from bein' broke as fuck and tryin' to find identity To buyin' the finer things and isolatin' memories What is it I'm meant to be? I think I need a standin' ovation Over ten years in the game, I've been patient God has always told me to be myself Let go and free yourself Tell the truth and shame Satan Now I gotta pave the way for the next generation That's comin' up under me and I love to see it Thought I was bluffin', didn't see it comin' Hol' up, think this is cold? You ain't seein' nothin' The glow up, all they discussin' but I don't let it distract me Load the pen up, cockin' back and get to bussin' Standin' up to whom? I made the scene lie down Get it how I live it, how it be's right now I got another 20 in the shit, I'm cemented Take over businesses, tell the kids, "Start investin'" We built the pyramids, can't you see what we are blessed with? From the hieroglyphics to the hood lyricist The priests, the imams The good books you live with, the Rumi quotes The elder sisters, the tribal mantras The Jazz players, holistic doctors Spiritual teachers, doers, and the dulers The protectors and the rulers The kids of the future The immortal soldiers and the fearless protest-protesters The motivational speakers and the honest Black leaders The divine healers, the every day low-paid believers The overachievers in the shadow of the gatekeepers Came down to teach us Blessed, blessed, blessed Blessed, blessed, blessed (Blessed, blessed, blessed) all these trophies in the crib, got 'em sittin' nice Blessed, blessed, blessed (Blessed, blessed, blessed) after all the hard work that we put inside Everybody claim to be boss, but I'm a different kind Hate it or love it, we rise above it
Writer(s): Dean Wynton Josiah Cover, Simbiatu Abisola Abiola Ajikawo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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