Tierra Whack - STRAWBERRY Lyrics

Tierra Whack STRAWBERRY cover art

STRAWBERRY Lyrics by Tierra Whack

North Philly’s finest, you know to where to find us
Show me where ya spine is, you know what the time is
Blood on the diamonds, abusing my kindness
I don’t even smoke but they calling me, “Your Highness”
Light it up

Live from Strawberry Mansion, I throw it up like a tantrum
I seek the money, my handsome
I do this shit for my grandson
Weather the storm Helly Hansen
Approach the drama with cannons
Shoot my shot like a canon
Masking the pain like I’m Cameron
When I was living in Logan, thrift shopping
My slogan was keep rhyming and growing
My pin striking as bowling
I get the point, I was chosen, I keep a semi like colon
Try me if you think I’m trolling, I’m down da mingo like Colman
Dark night, Mr. Nolan, the message thread has been woven
You’re like laundry, you folding, I get you pressed, put the code in
Could write a book like I’m holden, Ask Tim, I was Rowland
I want my flowers like pollen, heavy as water, no Poland

North Philly’s finest, you know to where to find us
Show me where ya spine is, you know what the time is
Blood on the diamonds, abusing my kindness
I don’t even smoke but they calling me, “Your Highness”

Ain’t no crying and cuddling when I’m down 10th and Cumberland
Say it to ya, no mumbling
A lot of y’all need some humbling
Oh, she back so they rummaging, stop speaking to—
And I don’t know what’s up with him
Remember, they tried to change me
I’m like a blister, you drain me
I’m down 5th Allegheny
And Tina with me like Amy, Philly

They say, “Whack so crazy, she’s a maniac”
You shoulda paid me back
We on Broad and Erie
It get eerie, scary
Cutting niggas off like they hairy
In the V with Gary
Little lamb, Mary
I seen some lost souls that’ll wander like fairy
Milking this shit, no dairy
You lactose, I blue cheese, I’m that gross
Spared you niggas, now that’s growth
Tears on my Levi’s, I was born with three eyes
It get Chilli as T-Boz, speeding on Lehigh
I been spitting since knee high
This a goat meal, nigga, oat meal, cream pies

North Philly’s finest, you know to where to find us
Show me where ya spine is, you know what the time is
Blood on the diamonds, abusing my kindness
I don’t even smoke but they calling me, “Your Highness”