"Goddess" lyrics
Ain't this what y'all need me for?
You done pissed me off, what is y'all leaving for?
Oh what? A white girl with a flow ain't been seen before
Bow down until your knees get sore
Treat Neimans like a grocery store
And Selfridges get the same rapport
Ask Bey when we off on tour
Hopping out a fly whip, screaming, "This ain't yours"
How famous can one get 'fore she get tired?
One phone call that make all the money get wired
Uh, spit fire that'll burn down an empire
20 deep in the Sprinter tryin' the Benz tires
Wave hello when I breeze by ya
Make enough in ten months I could live off or retire (woo)
But I just won't quit
Tryna figure out which part of this you just don't get, huh
Lord, lemme know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Goddess, got it?
Same critics wondered if I had it in me
Now want me to play friendly
But how the hell you play friendly when the mention of my name could cause a media frenzy?
The cameras flash everywhere, make it hard to miss me
Lately, I been crazy 'tell a psych ward commit me
After any competition coming up against me
You think it's anything better, then come convince me
Until then I'll be leading the race
So bow down, put your knee to your face
While I make wine outta water, turn rappers into martyrs
Set it off whenever I-G-G in the place, uh
Young rapper, Goddess, y'all a boring read like Rapper's Digest
I could never see you fall like I skip through August
I'm thinkin' bout now would be the time to start this
Lord, lemme know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Put your hands in the sky, but only if you feel the vibe
They wanna bury me alive, but y'all ain't know real gods never die
Put your hands in the sky, but only if you feel the vibe
They wanna bury me alive, but y'all ain't know real gods never die
Lord, lemme know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Goddess, got it?
You done pissed me off, what is y'all leaving for?
Oh what? A white girl with a flow ain't been seen before
Bow down until your knees get sore
Treat Neimans like a grocery store
And Selfridges get the same rapport
Ask Bey when we off on tour
Hopping out a fly whip, screaming, "This ain't yours"
How famous can one get 'fore she get tired?
One phone call that make all the money get wired
Uh, spit fire that'll burn down an empire
20 deep in the Sprinter tryin' the Benz tires
Wave hello when I breeze by ya
Make enough in ten months I could live off or retire (woo)
But I just won't quit
Tryna figure out which part of this you just don't get, huh
Lord, lemme know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Goddess, got it?
Same critics wondered if I had it in me
Now want me to play friendly
But how the hell you play friendly when the mention of my name could cause a media frenzy?
The cameras flash everywhere, make it hard to miss me
Lately, I been crazy 'tell a psych ward commit me
After any competition coming up against me
You think it's anything better, then come convince me
Until then I'll be leading the race
So bow down, put your knee to your face
While I make wine outta water, turn rappers into martyrs
Set it off whenever I-G-G in the place, uh
Young rapper, Goddess, y'all a boring read like Rapper's Digest
I could never see you fall like I skip through August
I'm thinkin' bout now would be the time to start this
Lord, lemme know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Put your hands in the sky, but only if you feel the vibe
They wanna bury me alive, but y'all ain't know real gods never die
Put your hands in the sky, but only if you feel the vibe
They wanna bury me alive, but y'all ain't know real gods never die
Lord, lemme know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us, bow down to a Goddess
Goddess, got it?
Writer(s): Frank Farian, Jonathan Christopher Shave, Amethyst Amelia Kelly, George Astasio, Jason Andrew Pebworth, Jonathan Adam Mills, John Turner
