text: Pay attention, biatch 
  Shout out Young Steff for the assistance 
  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 aint signed with G-Unit, she from Queens, right?
  And whats her nationality? She Chinese, right?
  I mean she okay, but she aint all that
  She aint the next bitch, tell that bitch, fall back
  See Im a hater, I go hard, listen, lets begin
  You know her last name Minaj? She a lesbian
  And she aint 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
  Thats 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 dont 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 youll 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 youll 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 dont understand, these labels look at numbers, its statistics
  I lose, you lose, ma, its just logistics
  Anyway, real bitches listen when Im speakin
  Cause if Nicki win, then all of yall gettin meetings
  Ask L.A. Reid, ask Jay
  Then hit up Universal, see what Sylvia Rhone say
  Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris
  – Lighty, when youre done, just salute a bad bitch
  Only underground bitch around thats 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 
  One day youll 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 youll remember this, one day when we reminisce
  Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz