Born with chains on my ankles
I beat the odds
Still messing with that broad?
f*ck her and her squad
I beat the odds
Still standing tall
Who you gone call?
When you need a big bag
Who you gone call?
You know I belong in a mag
I mean to brag
Hopping on a jet
Touching down in Fiji
Bad woman
Getting to my bag, ceo status
I want what I want
I gets paper
f*ck it up if you want
I’ll leave you
The truth always comes to light
Watch what you do
Hurt me and you hurt you