Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

That's why the lady is a tramp Life without care She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and

This is my indictment of your beliefs This is my indictment of what you hold dear Invoke the name and watch the masses turn on us For fear that I embody what you fear Eyes fill with hatred When they fall upon me You worship gods of violence and bigotry

You touch me like a razor blade I wish there was some other way right now, oh oh And like a house on fire we're up in flames I'd burn here if that's what it takes To let you know I won't let go of you, oh oh So I'll just hold you like a hand grenade Of

VVS's in my tennis bracelets Could've bought my mama a Mercedes (mama) Still bought my mama a Merecedes (mama) Put a hundred racks in my mama's savings (racks) Fuck all that bullshit, keep me a full clip (fuck it) Dressed in all white like some cool whip

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side Everything I do you know I do it for the squad This is what the people say they wanted from the Young boy, from the, from the, from the God This that flexicution This

Whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whenever I start feeling strong I'm called a bitch in the night But I don't need these 14-carat golds to win I am a woman, I insist it's my life The queen that's inside of me This is my chance to release it

On my own, counting on a wishbone I'm meant to be a man, but I can't carry everything Tell me, will I ever make it out of here Where did I go wrong? I won't make it out alive A drink to calm the nerves that keep me feeling weak And tell me, will I ever

Maybe that's why country music has the blues If it makes you feel better Blame me if you want to But I think country music has the blues Well I sure miss ole Waylon And paychecks paid his dues Chet Adkins on that red guitar And Carl Perkins Blue Suede

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you