Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Black dress, black card, black Benz
Got pain in my womb and some pain in my friends
They love the body, don’t study the bruise
They love the movie, don’t read all the news
Gold on my throat, but I’m swallowing knives
Smile for the table, I’m dead in the eyes
I bleed in the day, still bleed in the night
Still runnin’ the room, still callin’ the price
[Pre-Chorus]
They want the gloss, not the grit
They want the hips, not the scripts
They want the show, not the scars
They want the girl, not the guard (nah)
[Chorus]
Handle me better than a white boy ever did
See the crown in the curls, not a trend, I’m a hymn
Can you love this melanin, curves, and the medicine?
Touch my hurt like it’s holy, not an accident
Handle me better, better than they ever could (ever could)
If you ride for a queen out the neighborhood
Handle me better than a white boy ever did
Need a real one who can hold all this heaviness
[Verse 2]
Black girl in the back room, countin’ up sins
Endo in my belly, got me battlin’ the whims
He like the way I move when the spotlight hit
But he flinch when I flinch, he don’t study my script
I’m mafia-minded, I’m loyal, I’m law
But who gon’ kiss the cramps, not just kiss the bra
Who gon’ learn my cycle like the code to the safe?
Who gon’ guard my softness, not just guard my face? (talk to me)
[Pre-Chorus]
You want the boss, can you hold the bleed?
You want the sauce, can you feed the need?
You want the ride, can you take the bend?
Can you be my lover and my best friend?
[Chorus]
Handle me better than a white boy ever did
See the crown in the curls, not a trend, I’m a hymn
Can you love this melanin, curves, and the medicine?
Touch my hurt like it’s holy, not an accident
Handle me better, better than they ever could (ever could)
If you ride for a queen out the neighborhood
Handle me better than a white boy ever did
Need a real one who can hold all this heaviness
[Bridge]
I’m not your secret, I’m not your phase
I’m not your first dark girl you praise
I’m not a costume, I’m not a dare
If you step in my world, better come prepared
Know my flare-ups, know my tells
Know my heaven, know my hells
When I say “I’m fine,” hear the lie in it
If you gon’ be mine, put your spine in it (yeah)
[Chorus]
Handle me better than a white boy ever did
See the crown in the curls, not a trend, I’m a hymn
Can you love this melanin, curves, and the medicine?
Touch my hurt like it’s holy, not an accident
Handle me better, better than they ever could (ever could)
If you ride for a queen out the neighborhood
Handle me better than a white boy ever did
Need a real one who can hold all this heaviness
Style
rapmoody trap-r&b fusionfemale vocals with a soft but commanding tone. half-sunghalf-rapped verses over dark keys and subby basssparse hats leaving room for flow. hook lifts with stacked harmonies and airy padsthen drops back into an intimateconfessional pocket. occasional pitched-down ad-libssubtle strings in the bridge for drama.r&b
Prompt
A Rap and R&B song about being a black girl with endometriosis in the mafia life just wanting someone to handle my melanin, Curves and endometriosis better than a white boy, female
Credits
Prompt byJazzy
GeneratedApr 6, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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