Nubian Queen

Um what money got to do with it
Kendrick pimpin′ butterflies
Niggas be pimpin' pigeons
I been contemplating
It′s hard to trust these niggas in a chrysalis
They pull up in new Jordans like a pegasus
Fuck "together-ness", when I run you walk
When I sleep you talk, and then when I am you gawk
I'd rather talk on the finer things in life
How I hold my empathy and won't die just somebody′s wife
My life, ain′t so pretty and clean
Bitches stay throwing shade around me like my name is Celine
Grew up rough around the edges, learned to lay them so clean
But when you see them, think they for you, call me "Nubian Queen" uh
Jesus the notorious bust of a man that never had enough
Didn't grow up
Wouldn′t show up, when a sister died
How we go from babies to the targets of your pain against your pride
My bad, am I saying too much
Because I think I actually like it when I'm saying too much
Because I think I actually like it when you have to grow up
And take your breath up off my neck so that my stride won′t slow up
Jesus the notorious, and I think we've had enough of the love not showing up
And you know it ain′t enough

I've been missing my only
When my mama come hold me
Shouldn't have to feel lonely
Give me space and time, time

Mmm, mmm, da da da
Bara, bara, bara suayo
Bara su, bara su, bara su, bara su
Bara suayo
Mete fanm sou ou
Mete fanm sou ou
Mete fanm sou ou
Bara bara bara bara, bara suayo
Omonia lawana mama kenirawo e
Omonia lawana mama kenirawo
Omonia lawana mama kenirawo, oh

Obbara suayo
Obbara suayo
Obbara suayo eke, eke
(Eshu oddara)

Eke, eke...