Freedom

They'll never thank me for opening doors But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross Cause your spirit is ungrateful Bitches is so hateful, I remain a staple My career's been the pinkprint When I retire, tell 'em think pink Pink Friday is the imprint And these bitches basic, instinct Oh shit, my commercial's on Did I really body bitches with commercial songs? Did I really prophecy every thing I do? But before I continue let me thank my crew So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine, Baby and Slim came Tezz and EI told me it wouldn't be in vain Cause prior to me signing I could've went insane And even now I think, "Do I really want this fame?" Let me get up and go, 700 to go overseas for a show Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show Man, I'm birthing these artists and I'm starting to show [Chorus: x2] I feel free, I feel freedom Why they mad? You should see them Burn an L cause it's crazy in here Crazy in here, crazy in here Who I wanna work with? Nobody! 99% of them is nobody Bitches acting like they killing shit, OK When I check these bitches guns, no bodies These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists Niggas spend they last dime to say the copped the soonest Why these niggas going broke to get your approval? Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen Noodles B-B-B-bible, Queen is the title And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal And if you in the club then it's a Young Money recital I'm just that vital, I'm busy, never idle I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol Pink Friday in Macy's, thongs and some pasties (Yo, what other female rapper perfume in here? Cause I must've missed it) 12 milli to kick my feet up, get ready this is the Re-up [Chorus] Mirror, mirror, won't you realize? I just have to decide What you hiding from? What you hiding from? Hiding baby Would you, would you, give your Would you, would you, give your Would you, would you, give your all for yours [Chorus]