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Whether this still remains true or not, Cardi B also understands the power of making a statement from the onset, and it’s here in opening track “Get Up 10” that Invasion of Privacy connects with listeners most. She might not be the first to rap about stripping or a star’s rise from poverty – and even the structure of the song is deliberately reminiscent of Meek Mill’s “Dreams & Nightmares”. Nonetheless, “Get Up 10” is a calling card, one that establishes Cardi B as more than just a former reality star – and it might even be her best song yet.

Her song “Get up 10” sets the scene. Here she raps with fire and force about how she “went from rags to riches” and tells us about her life before she started making 6 figures. The transition within the song happens at minute 1:44 as it explodes into a take-no-prisoner, “If a girl have beef with me, she gon’ have beef with me forever” type of attitude. “Get up 10” displays Cardi’s wit and play on words with her line “I came here to ball, is you nuts?” and shows her unapologetic presence through the line, “Whole life been through some f***ed up shit/They say I’m too that, oh, I’m too this/When you seen what I’ve seen, you end up like this.”

Not because Cardi has discovered new topics — she starts off “Get Up 10” rapping, in impeccable rhymes where each line slams shut on the same stressed vowel, about the same rise out of poverty that rappers have spoken on for decades.

….as the world is falling in love with Cardi B’s debut album, Invasion of Privacy, someone managed to dig up footage of Cardi covering Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” at a high school talent show in 2009.

Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin’ or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said “dance” not “fuck”, don’t get it confused
Had to set the record straight ’cause bitches love to assume
Mama couldn’t give it to me, had to get at Sue’s
Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I’m drippin’ in jewels
A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from makin’ tuna sandwiches to makin’ the news
I started speakin’ my mind and tripled my views
Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs
Get money, go hard, you’re mothafuckin’ right
Never been a fraud in my mothafuckin’ life
Get money, go hard, damn fuckin’ right
Stunt on these bitches out of mothafuckin’ spite
Ain’t no runnin’ up on me, went from nothin’ to glory
I ain’t tellin’ y’all to do it, I’m just tellin’ my story
I don’t hang with these bitches cause these bitches be corny
And I got enough bras, y’all ain’t gotta support me
I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin’ in your face
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
Said “I was just tryna chill and make bangers” (bangers)
Tell all these old bitches they in danger (stop)
The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (brrrt)
That’s what I call a fuckin’ waist trainer
You gon’ run up on who and do what? (who?)
I think y’all got your story screwed up (yeah)
I came here to ball, is you nuts?
I don’t want your punk-ass man, I’m too tough (facts)
I’m the one that’s killin’ shit, hands down (hands down)
If you got a problem with me, say it now (say it)
Cause I don’t wanna hear no sneak dissin’ (huh?)
‘Specially not from one you weak bitches
I’m on go like I don’t see no stop lights (skrrt)
I’m steppin’ out every day, prom night (facts)
So if it’s all love, show me love then (huh?)
‘Cause you hatin’ on a bitch, that’s what it sounds like
Beast, mode, that’s how I give it up, nigga
Hoodie, low, that’s how I’m pullin’ up
Just cause I been on the road don’t mean I been on the run
And you gon’ have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun (brrrt, woo)
And we all know you ain’t that type (no)
I smack you and the bitch that you act like (yeah)
I started gettin’ money, bitches upset (cash)
They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced (laced)
Co-come through shinin’ with a Rollie bust face (shine)
He-headshot, headshot, tell ’em closed case
Ain’t no bitches spittin’ like this since ’08
I don’t trust no nigga, I don’t fear no bitch (fear no bitch)
Whole life been through some fucked up shit (fucked up)
They say I’m too that, oh, I’m too this
When you seen what I’ve seen, you end up like this (woo)
I walked into the label, “Where the check at?” (where the check?)
Cardi B on the charts, ain’t expect that
Where that bitch that was claimin’ she a threat? (where?)
I’ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say I’m too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild)
I’m tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child (bad ass child, skrrt)
They caught me slippin’ once, tell ’em try that now (try that now)
Cardi B, know it’s me, hear that “blap” sound (blap!)

Man, I said we gon’ win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon’ win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon’ win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Yeah, but I get up ten
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (woo)

I’ma make a fuck nigga feel me (yeah)
Said I’ma do a broke bitch filthy (ah)
I’ma make a fuck nigga feel me (grrr)
Said I’ma do a broke bitch filthy (grrr)

We gon’ win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten (woo)
Yeah, I said we gon’ win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (grrr)

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