Norf Side Lyrics by Jill Scott
(Feat. Tierra Whack)
It’s a, it’s a, it’s a Thursday
And I left my blues in the back of the second drawer
In my nightstand, uh
I’m too busy giving sounds, paprika ya taste
My, my, oh Jah, I’m so ***, listening to Preemo vision
I add a whole woman of grace in every color
Every spectral prism, yeah
Go ‘head and say that twice
Every bar that I spit is from living in light, she nice
You think I don’t see it?
My glow shines from the solar plex of my being
Uh, she sweet and she tough
I could give you my all, but is it ever enough?
They stay chatting about my body on IG
Say I’m a mean ***, I’m in the illuminati
But ain’t nowhere near ’round here
When I write these songs, when I like my spliff
When I raise my son, atone for my sins
When I stack my papes, when I deal with these men
None of them could ever be me
J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
In the place to be, Norf Philly, baby
Yeah
It’s a Thursday and I left my blues in the backseat of an Uber
Hollywood or hallelujah, I’ve been seeing right through you
These bars are nasty, why I’m spitting them out
And once I tell you my price, won’t take no different amount
Okay, I think I finally figured it out
I am the greatest, always and the latest like Lauren
So pardon my arson (Bars)
I don’t bargain with peasants, pleasant surprise
Rapping better than you guys, despise me?
You should let me be your guide I’m ***
Loaded like potatoes, so poppy like mayo
Want a hoagie, you imposter, rigatoni
The top is lonely, but I never feel alone
After all this time, they done made so many clones
The Almighty, I’m winning ’cause God likes me
Most likely surviving with the sheisty
Turn me to a maximum, White men, I’m stackin’ ’em
Living like it’s Golden, me and Sheila go Platinum
Pray and obey to the WHEK, I’m here to stay
Norf Philly all day
Well, it’s a consequence to being this ***
I let them tell it, some get after what they want
Some sit jealous and talk ***, ain’t got a pot to ***
They be *** they ain’t loved like this (True)
And it’s so true, Philly Jilly is lethal
To all the boxes they be trying to put a queen into
I can’t be rich and cool? I can’t be fly and smooth?
I cuts with the syllables, linguistically edible
Give griot to intelligent freaks, I wax poetical
Inevitable, I transform into me
Jill Scott, Grand Dame Queen Beast
Norf Philly, baby