Songtext Look what you've done Rapsody

Look what you've done

Oh, look what you've done to me

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high
The most high, high

No going out bad, chasing a bag, I don't do nothing for trends
Feel like LaBelle, Patti, mothering soul, I'm carrying twins
Couple of classics, one on the way, guess I should hop in a Benz
Flauntin' on y'all, flexin' on y'all, showin' what you are not in
But you'd rather be you

What's status wit' no character? That mirror, it's gon' stare at me
I face it naked, now I feel like Erykah, the world should see
I'm giving y'all a window seat
Priorities, I stand within the gap like I was Yeezy
I know Weezy know the bridge is weak
Should it break, I know I'll swim the creek like a fugitive
Talk to God, the source, asking how many mics is this?
They told me five, I told 'em seven
Jordan, Jackson, other Jordan, Phelps, Tyson, Coach K, EppsI feel like seven, I feel like seven, Momma, Daddy some stars
That days I feel lost, they redirecting me back to God
Whether in Kingdom Halls or synagogue, I pray to the high
Move wit' more intention because today
I know my why, when, who, what for
Through what door my destiny lies
Just like Nas, got destiny ties, I model Iman
What they be on, I went beyond, beyond, got lighters in sky
Sat in the fire like Meshach, more unbothered and more wise
A wise woman once said nothin' so I'll never reply
I laugh through pain more these days than the days that I cry
No woman, no cry, these days I feel more Mary J Blige
Happy, happy, joyful, joyful 'cause I didn't comply

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high
The most high, high

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high
The most high, high

I wonder all the time why Lauryn left
Some days I feel I'll do the exact same thing
It ain't no love here
The whips, chains, money and fame talk
That pressure made a diamond, I put that in a ring
Yeah, it's the roc, bish
I'm too Black, I'm too this, mm-hmm
Till Black girls meet me and tell me they feel seen
I represent it, ho
The Grammys were the first ones to nominate Rap
I just wanted awards from my all black everythings
For the Chikas, Tierras, LK47s, the future Queens
2011 Bron, I feel I'm the greatest without a ring
And this ain't condemnation, this is conversation
Don't get triggered, man
When men support me, I see some of you get inside your feelings, fam
I hate that
That y'all can't see the points made without step-backs
And step back, it goes both ways
Don't lift me up throwing shade at my sistas that made it out wit' ass and bass
Support what you like, you ain't gotta show love using hate, my nigga

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high
The most high, high

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high
The most high, high

Aye, it's the world's most dangerous morning show, The Breakfast Club
I go by the name of Charlemagne the God, and, ladies and gentlemen
Finally, one of the greatest lyricists of her generation has come out of hibernation
And is blessing us with some new sounds
It's the Carolina's own, Rapsody
The record is called Do Not Disturb It's Not Personal
Produced by Black Odyssey
Let's get into it