[Intro]
Pay attention, biatch (Uh-huh)
Shout out Young Steff for the assistance (Yeah)
Scotty the engineer, what up? (Yeah, oh)
All my niggas throwin’ it up on them bikes, I see you
(The Aphilliates, nigga)
Nicki, I told you I got you, baby
Gucci got you, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Weezy got you
We gon’ hold you down
Get ’em (Yo, yo, uh-huh)
(Holiday season)
[Verse 1]
“She said, ‘Fuck Fendi,’ but I think she was playin’
I heard she move them things,, 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 Curren$y
But every time she do a interview, you know I run and see” (Trap-A-Holics, Holiday Season!)
“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 ThisIs50, MTV, hit up BET
Tell ’em pretty, pretty please don’t play Nicki”
[Chorus]
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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell ’em “hi” (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da, yeah)
One day you’ll remember this, one day when we reminisce
Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz
(Nothing I ever do is good enough for you)
[Verse 2]
Bitches is like crabs in a bucket
You see a bad bitch gettin’ shine, you should love it
‘Cause every time a door open 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 (Kyuh)
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 (Kyuh)
Only underground bitch around that’s ducking the paparazzi
In and outta town, be swervin’ the Maserat-si
Stay around the white like a Nazi
Pussy p-p-popping on my poppers so the cops see, bitches
[Chorus]
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 prize)
One day you’ll remember this, one day when we reminisce (Oh, oh-oh)
Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile (Yeah, da-da-da-da-da-da)
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
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