[00:00.000] 作曲 : Simbiatu Ajikawo/Shayan Vessal/Pavlos Rigas
[00:01.293] [Intro]
[00:05.644] (SHYY)
[00:12.114] Yeah
[00:12.685]
[00:13.167] [Verse]
[00:14.299] I know pain and scars, I know martial arts
[00:17.716] Thank God I made it, mashallah
[00:21.368] Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car
[00:24.736] Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far
[00:27.920] But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills
[00:30.804] Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel
[00:35.856] Heard the beat and it gave me chills
[00:37.790] Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill
[00:40.957] I ain't gotta be what they on (Oh) or be in the latest drop
[00:44.224] I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop
[00:47.725] Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis
[00:50.843] I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces
[00:54.328] SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season
[00:57.629] Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason
[01:01.499] I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'
[01:04.716] For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it
[01:06.834] I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step
[01:08.651] I got enough batty, I got enough breast
[01:10.301] I know how to make a house into a home
[01:12.017] When he come home, food set
[01:13.700] Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef
[01:17.188] Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness
[01:20.588] They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute
[01:24.040] I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ
[01:27.475] They told you I'm humble, well, **** that, you've been lied to
[01:30.843] They make it to the top, then add water and dilute
[01:34.245] My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to
[01:37.597] I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon
[01:41.031] Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do
[01:44.330] They can't move how I move, huh, yeah
[01:49.082] Too much I can brag about
[01:50.039] Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about
[01:51.739] Nineties baby, fatherless child
[01:53.325] But who would I be if I did have my dad around?
[01:55.141] These days, gotta use cold words talkin'
[01:56.792] Who would I snap if I did have my camera?
[01:58.442] Who you know mixin' genres like me?
[02:00.143] Do you not get it? I am the baddest out
[02:02.593] Yes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings
[02:05.577] Sis said, "Why do you buy this stuff?", I just like it, innit?
[02:08.995] My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'
[02:12.263] Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'

作曲 : Simbiatu Ajikawo/Shayan Vessal/Pavlos Rigas

(SHYY)
Yeah

I know pain and scars, I know martial arts
Thank God I made it, mashallah
Noisin' up the whole street anytime I start my car
Neighbours can't believe how a black woman got this far
But they rate it still, I was chasin' dangerous thrills
Got a pen that's pumpin' iron the way it's writin' stainless steel
Heard the beat and it gave me chills
Right place at the right time, and it's time I let my paint spill
I ain't gotta be what they on (Oh) or be in the latest drop
I just want my ends, and I want Miu Miu with the same damn bop
Tell me why they all dress the same? Carbon copy thesis
I cut you with a Japanese silhouette, I know you ain't never seen these pieces
SS Simz '25, you ain't never seen this season
Takin' it to another level this year and I got every reason
I feel like I'm the best, so I gotta channel the feelin'
For the wicked, there's no rest, believe it
I'm a grown-ass woman, mind where you step
I got enough batty, I got enough breast
I know how to make a house into a home
When he come home, food set
Let her cook, but my man is a Michelin-star chef
Grown folks in this house doin' grown folkness
They talk on my name, but that's minor, it's minute
I know my shit intelligent, and it don't work for your IQ
They told you I'm humble, well, **** that, you've been lied to
They make it to the top, then add water and dilute
My shit has a standard, I couldn't slip if I tried to
I'm too street wise to get wrapped up in the industry typhoon
Easy enough for me to do them, but they can't do what I do
They can't move how I move, huh, yeah
Too much I can brag about
Too much of winnin' these haters is mad about
Nineties baby, fatherless child
But who would I be if I did have my dad around?
These days, gotta use cold words talkin'
Who would I snap if I did have my camera?
Who you know mixin' genres like me?
Do you not get it? I am the baddest out
Yes, I am the illest, in Cartier, spendin' my shillings
Sis said, "Why do you buy this stuff?", I just like it, innit?
My diamonds an entertainment, sometimes dancin', sometimes singin'
Everybody we know is sinnin', shit, that's for livin'