Billie Leone, she-she on
Shit's velvet, n
(Yo)
You can feel her aura's more than sorta ill
Toward the Lord I hit the floor and kneel, cuz you were born to heal
It's like '98 Lauryn Hill, '38 Zora Neale
Yo, a n did a babymoon, we first kicked it in Amsterdam
Just so happened we felt ya first kicks in Amsterdam
Left the telly in a tan sedan and copped ya first kicks
And it's a muthafuckin given only quality fill in the hours
Now it's building prowess, yielding flowers and she feel empowered
See she won't even be appealing to a coward
(Nope... fuck that n)
You ask how? She at home learning how to be when you not at home
I got it goin, plus some shit that God's got her on
She sing the song, God Blesses the Child that's got her own
(Ohhh, that's Billie and, Billie Leone)
It make me say yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Yeahh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It make me say yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Yeahh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Nineteen Thirty Nine, perfect time
Let me tell you bout ya namesake
How they targeted ya namesake
Pursued her wit the painstake
Scary, terroristic relationship
It's some federally sanctioned shit
Anslinger Caucasian Satan shit
Been trying his god-damndest to make her slip
Whole Bureau on the jock, FBI official on her
To plant the addiction on her was plural in the plot
Took her license to cabaret away
Cuffed her on the bed like Jacob Blake
Before the fed did Martin, Malcom, and Fred
They wanted Billie's resistance dead
Before her tune the truth went unsaid
Strange Fruit grew, the truth been done spread
They was shocked by the
Shocked by the, shocked by the wave... Shockwave
She gon sing it brave, unafraid
Even as the raid's underway... fuck em
(Fuck em)
Nineteen Thirty Nine, perfect time