Norf Side (feat. Tierra Whack)

Jill Scott

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Check, one-two, check, one-two
Come on
Check, one-two, check one-two

It's a Thursday, and I left my blues
In the back the second drawer in my nightstand, uh
I'm too busy giving sounds, paprika you taste
My, my, oh, yeah, I'm so high, listening to Premo Vision
I add a whole woman of grace
In every color, every spectoral prism
Yeah, go 'head and say that twice
Every bar that I spit is from living the life
She nice, you think I don't see it?
My glow shines from the solar plex' of my being
Uh, she sweet, and she tough
I can give you my all, but is it ever enough?
They stay chattin' 'bout my body on IG
Say I'm a mean bitch, I'm in Illuminati
But ain't nowhere near around here
When I write these songs, when I light my spliff
When I raise my son, atone from my sins
When I stack my pape's, when I deal with these men
None of them could ever be me
J-I-L-L-S-C-O-T-T, in the place to be (yeah)
Norf' Philly, baby

It's a Thursday, and I left my blues
In the backseat of an Uber
Hollywood or hallelujah, I been seein' right through ya (Norf' Philly, baby)
These bars are nasty, why I'm spittin' them out
And once I tell you my price, won't tell you different amounts
(Norf' Philly, baby)

Okay, I think I finally figured it out
I am the greatest, always am the latest, like Lauryn
So, pardon my arson
I don't bargain with peasants, pleasant surprise
Rappin' better than you guys
Despise me? You should let me be your guy
I'm high, loaded, like potatoes
So Papi like mayo, want a hoagie?
You want pasta, rigatoni?
The top is lonely, but I never feel alone
After all this time, they done made so many clones
The Almighty, I'm winning 'cause God likes me
Most likely surviving with the shiesty
Turn me to a maximum, white men, I'm stackin' 'em
Livin' like it's golden, me 'n Sheila go Platinum
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Pray and obey to the WHACK, I'm here to stay
Norf' Philly, all day

Well, it's a consequence to being this dope
I let them tell it, some get after what they want
Some sit jealous and talk shit, ain't got a pot to piss
They be pissed, they ain't loved like this (true)
And it's so true, Philly Jilly is lethal
To all the boxes they be trying to put a queen into
I can't be rich and cool? I can't be fly and smooth?
I cuts with the syllables, linguistically-edible
Give griot to intelligent freaks, I wax poetical
Inevitable, I transform into me
Jill Scott, Grand Dame, Queen Beast
Norf' Philly, baby

I just wanna give a shoutout to DJ Premier
Yo, I love you, baby
Thank you, Tierra Whack
Thank you for F-O-Xing with a girl
You know I love you, foo'
Philly, all day, each and every way

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Composição: Jill Scott, DJ Premier, Bobby Martin e Tierra Whack

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