Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CHIKA
Vocals
RILEY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CHIKA
Songwriter
Kennyon Brown
Songwriter
Maxwell Bidstrup
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Buttner
Mixing Engineer
Mxxwll
Producer
John Greenham
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Fessel
Mixing Engineer
Mark Batson
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little black girl from the South
Little black girl run her mouth
Little black girl don't know where to go
'Cause she like to clown and the teachers stay kickin' her out
[Verse 2]
Insecure, but she won't say it out loud
All she wan' do is make her mama proud
She wanna be like them other girls, they in another world
She just can't figure them out
[Verse 3]
Round face, thick thighs
Full waist, bright eyes
The wonders if they'll judge her for her size, she
She doesn't compromise
She's seen this world before, this child is wise, never busy
But her mind is occupied, she used to dream of high rises
[Verse 4]
But life is full of surpises
Talent comes in second place to perfect timin'
Used to swear that I was ready, but back then I wasn't rhymin'
Funny, hunger came from stayin' in my dorm and eatin' ramen
College had me stressin'
[Verse 5]
College had me stressin'
So Father grant me blessings
Path I'm on is lonely so
Right now just help me feel your presence
Gimme royal bars with the humility of mortal peasants
Pray that every L just stand for lesson
Call me Lauryn as I stand on this hill
I begin to survey the field
I wondered, just how far I'd get without a deal
'Cause anything I say is real and any line I spit is facts
And any dream I have is valid, so I'm never goin' back, shit
[Verse 6]
Listen to that voice inside
That is where the choice resides
You write the future, you know where it lies
I preceed judgment as anger's disguise
Taking a risk will always yield a prize
People will tell us to follow our heart and
Then look at us crazy when we live our lives
My mom, this one's for dad
All of the supporters that I ever had
This for the principal at my high school
Who said I would be nothin', well look where I'm at
Won't stop till I ain't got to look at the tag
Till we go out to eat and I pick up the tab
Took a leap on my dream now it's all I can see
I'm enjoyin' the scene and I'm not lookin' back, shit
[Verse 7]
High rises
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
Yeah, I know it sounds fucking cool
Like, if someone...
Written by: CHIKA, Kennyon Brown, Maxwell Bidstrup