Nicki Minaj - Still I Rise lyrics

Pay attention, biatch (Uh, huh)
Shout out Young Steff for the assistance
(yeah) scotty the engineer, what up?
All my niggas throwin' it up on them bikes
I see you the affiliates, nigga
Nicki I told you I got
You, baby, Gucci got you, baby
Weezy got you, we gon' hold you down, get 'em
Holiday season

She said, "Fuck Fendi"
But I think she was playin'
I heard she move them thangs
I think she fuckin' Wayne
She call herself Lewinsky
That means she give him brain
She tryna be like Lil' Kim
Her picture looks the same
Why she ain't signed with
G-Unit, she from Queens, right?
And what's her nationality? She Chinese
Right?
I mean she okay, but she ain't all that
She ain't the next bitch, tell that bitch
Fall back
See I'm a hater, I go hard, listen
Let's begin
You know her last name Minaj? She a lesbian
And she ain't never comin' out
Look at Currensy
But every time she do an interview
You know I run and see
She get me so sick, it make me vomit
That's why I spend my time online
Leaving comments and you know that I got
Some more haters with me
Might hit up ThisIs50
MTV, hit up BET, tell 'em pretty
Pretty please don't play Nicki

Still I rise, still I fight
Still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters
Tell 'em hi one day you'll remember this
One day when we reminisce
Nothing I do ever is good
Enough for the music biz
Still I rise, still I fight
Still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters
Tell 'em hi one day you'll remember this
One day when we reminisce
Nothing I do ever is good
Enough for the music biz
Nothing I do is good enough for you

Bitches is like crabs in a bucket
You see a bad bitch gettin' shine
You should love it
'Cause every time a door opens
For me that means you
Just got a better opportunity to do you
They don't understand, these labels
Look at numbers, it's statistics
I lose, you lose, ma, it's just logistics
Anyway, real bitches listen when I'm speakin'
'Cause if Nicki win
Then all of y'all gettin' meetings
Ask LA reid, ask Jay then hit up Universal
See what Sylvia Rhone say
Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris
Lighty, when you're done
Just salute a bad bitch
Only underground bitch around that's
Ducking the paparazzi
In and outta town, be swervin' the Maserati
Stay around the white like a Nazi
Pussy p-p-popping on my poppers
So the cops see, bitches

Still I rise, still I fight
Still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters
Tell 'em hi
(I'ma keep my eyes on the price, oh, oh)
One day you'll remember this
One day when we reminisce
Nothing I do ever is good
Enough for the music biz
Still I rise, still I fight
Still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters
Tell 'em hi one day you'll remember this
One day when we reminisce
Nothing I do ever is good
Enough for the music biz