If you see that I’m a Queen, don’t approach me like a f*** boy.
Since you claim to be a King, then stop playing with toys.
Don’t address me as a goddess then call me b**** beneath your breath.
Trying to strip me of my confidence until there’s nothing left.
I speak life into you King, although you have yet to prove your status
Been the realest Queen from jump, Let me put you up on my magic
I pull the stress out your body through the soles of your feet
Hold it in my hands, close my eyes, and breathe
Lift it up unto the heavens, then I flip it around.
Heal and transmute, then poor it back into your Crown
Cleansing your aura, clearing out your blocks
Got you walking ’round like a living, breathing Ankh.
Now you’re feeling like that king named Midas
Everything you touch turns gold and you don’t know why. It’s
Because you got a dope a** Queen on your arm
A true goddess of light, let me put you on….