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CHIKA

PLAIN JANE

 

PLAIN JANE

(album: SAMSON: THE ALBUM - 2023)


Look, I ain't no plain Jane, I'm a real life spitter, a heavy hitter
I'm an enigma, they often don't get the picture
Just took me a couple pills and now I feel like I'm tripping
Some take me lower (Lower), this one got me lifted (Lifted)
I do not promote anything about how I'm living, hmm
I can't do that until all my sins are forgiven, uh
I can't do that until I'm no longer the villain
Until my ego and heart stop that arguing like some children, uh
I'm a mess and I really know it
And the best, though I rarely show it
'Cause this game is about ego, comparisons to people
And lusting after money, know the root of all evil
But we ain't all equal, I'm a different breed
Give a fuck 'bout what you want, baby, this is what you need, uh
Coming for the top and I will not beg or plead
Godly flow, but the only way I'll bless you if you sneeze
Let me breathe now

P-plain Jane, but I don't wanna speak out
Let me breathe now, let me, let me breathe now
P-plain Jane, but I don't wanna speak out
But on the street (But on the street, but on the street)

Look, I hear that every weapon formed come from weak-ass bitches
Type-to-see-me-at-the-function-and-don't-speak-ass bitches
'Cause they think I'll do it first, but I don't greet wack bitches
Before that, I'll need a heat pack, let me put my seat back
Recline and come up swinging at they kneecaps
No longer being nice to you, call ICU for CPAPs
I'm giving niggas no air, no map because you niggas going nowhere
I don't care, goodbye, you're through
They like, "Why she got this energy and all of a sudden
Like, she ain't scared of having enemies as soon as she comin'?"
Meanwhile, all the girls who wan' act like my impact is nothing
Embrace whoever sound the same and you would think that they cousins
I don't fit in, I stick out, I walk in, my dick out
No brainer, I'm an easy one to pick out
And if I did conform, I guarantee it'd be a quick out
That window is closed, you might as well go 'head and click out

P-plain Jane, but I don't wanna speak out
Let me breathe now, let me, let me breathe now
P-plain Jane, but I don't wanna speak out
But on the street (But on the street, but on the street)

But on the street
But on... but on... but on the street
But on... but on... but on the street
But on... but on the street
But on the street
But on... but on... but on the s... on the street
But on the street, but on the street
But on the s... but on the s... the street

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