[Verse 1:]
Ain't this what y'all need me for?
You done pissed me off, what is y'all leavin' 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,
Selfridges get the same rapport,
Ask Bey when we off on tour,
Hoppin' out a fly whip screamin', ‘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,
Twenty 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!
[Chorus:]
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?
[Verse 2:]
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 will commit me
After any competition comin' up against me,
You think it's anything better, then come convince me.
Until then I'll be leadin' 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.
[Chorus]
[Bridge – x2:]
Put your hands to the sky,
But only if you feel the vibe.
They wanna bury me alive,
But y'all know real gods never die.
[Chorus – x2]
