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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CHIKA
Vocals
Derek Dixie
Programming
Ken Chatman
Drums
Gabrielle Garo
Flute
Philipe Pampuri
Guitar
Arnetta Johnson
Horn
Cameron Johnson
Horn
Christopher Gray
Horn
Jesse McGinty
Horn
Lemar Guillary
Horn
Lester Mendoza
Scratches
Adrienne Woods
Strings
Bianca McClure
Strings
Chelsea Gwizdala
Strings
Crystal Alforque
Strings
Marta Honer
Strings
Rhea Hosanny
Strings
Stephanie Matthews
Strings
Stephanie Yu
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Dixie
Songwriter
Jane Chika Oranika
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CHIKA
Mixing Engineer
Derek Dixie
Producer
McClenney
Additional Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Dani Pampuri
Recording Engineer
Lester Mendoza
Recording Engineer
Marcelinho Ferraz
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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 trippin'
Some take me lower (lower), this one got me lifted (lifted)
I do not promote anything about how I'm livin', 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 arguin' 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 lustin' 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
Comin' 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 swingin' at they kneecaps
No longer bein' nice to you, call ICU for CPAPs
I'm givin' niggas no air, no map because you niggas goin' 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 havin' enemies as soon as she comin'?"
Meanwhile, all the girls who wan' act like my impact is nothin'
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
Writer(s): Jane Chika Oranika, Derek Dixie
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