Look What You’Ve Done

Oh, look what you've done to me

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high, the most high, high

No goin' out bad, chasin' a bag, I don't do nothin' for trends
Feel like Labelle, Patty, motherin' soul, I'm carryin' twins
Couple of classics, one on the way, guess I should hop in a Benz
Flauntin' on y'all, flexin' on y'all, showin' what you are not in (I'd rather be you)
What's status wit' no character? That mirror is gon' stare at me
I face it naked, now, I feel like Erykah, the world should see
I'm givin' y'all a window seat, priorities
I stand within the gap like I was Yeezy, I know Weezy know the bridge is weak
Should it break? I know I'll swim the creek like a fugitive
Talk to God, the source, askin', "How many mics is this?"
They told me five, I told 'em seven, Jordan, Jackson, other Jordan
Phelps, Tyson, Coach K, Epps, I feel like seven
I feel like Seven mama, Daddy some stars
The days I feel lost, they redirectin' me back to God
Whether in Kingdom Halls or synagogue, I pray to the high
Move wit' more intention because today, I know my why
When, who, what for, through what door my destiny lies
Just like Nas, got destiny ties, I model Iman
What they be on, I went beyond-beyond, got lighters in sky
Sat in the fire like Meshake, more unbothered and more wise
A wise woman once said nothin' so I never reply
I laugh through pain more these days than the days that I cry
No woman, no cry, these days, I feel more Mary J. Blige
Happy, happy, joyful, joyful 'cause I didn't comply (damn)

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high, the most high, high
You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high, the most high, high

I wonder all the time why Lauryn left
Some days, I feel I'll do the exact same thing
The whip, chains, money, and fame talk
The pressure made a diamond, I put that in a ring
I'm too black, I'm too this, mm-hmm
'Til black girls meet me and tell me they feel seen
The GRAMMYs were the first ones to nominate rap
I just wanted awards from my all-black everything
For the Chikas, Tierra, LK, 40's the future queens
2011 Bron, I'm feelin' the greatest without a ring
And this ain't condemnation, this is conversation (uh) don't get triggered, man
When men support me, I see some of you get inside yo' feelings, fam (I hate that)
That y'all can't see points made without stepbacks so step back
It goes both ways, don't lift me up throwin' shade
At my sisters that made it out wit' ass and bass
Support what you like, you ain't gotta show love usin' hate, my nigga

You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high, the most high, high
You can chase the bags and floss the baguettes
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
As I proceed to give you what you need, m-microphone check
Word to the most high, high, the most high, high

Ayy, it's the world's most dangerous mornin' show, The Breakfast Club
I go by the name of Charlamagne tha God, and ladies and ghetto-men
Finally, one of the greatest lyricists of a generation has come out of hibernation
And is blessin' us wit' some new sounds
It's the Carolinas' own Rapsody
The record is called "Do Not Disturb (It's Not Personal)" 
Produced by BLK ODDYSY
Let's get into it