The Legacy

First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
Then they try to overplay you, growing up in the ends
Like you didn't get it cracking, like you didn't make it happen
Like you wasn't from the bottom and made suttin outta nuttin
It's all fucked up, living in this fucked up system
Run duck prison on a bucks up mission
Paint the bigger picture but they still won't get it
Pray they see the vision but you still go get it
Patience is a killer but you will not beg it
You told 'em you could do it, remember when you said it
You told 'em that you knew it, they didn't get the message
And now they won't forget it
It's for the record, it's for the record
For the record, we made it, it's a blessing
Now you getting all dressed up, ready for the weekend
Meals made, bills paid, ready for this evening
To celebrate life, to celebrate breathing
The fact that we made it, the fact that they hate it
In fact you're amazing, you gas the occasion
Hair did, nails did, screaming "No favours"
Champagne campaign, bill it for the haters
All hating bitches rest in peace, dead to me
Could never stand next to me
Blessed to be feeling like ecstasy
You up then, you up now, you up next to be
Raise a toast to your destiny
Cause your bum and your breasts ain't cheap
And your dress ain't cheap
And you worked hard for it, good shit ain't free
For all the single mothers that got yutes to feed
For all the single mothers finding food to eat
Blessed for re, no BS for re
They just hate it how you do it with sex appea
They just hate it how you make it look sexy
Rolling with your bestie, living life stress-free
Tell 'em "Don't text me" or "Don't SMS me"
And don't second guess me, in fact forget me
While I was tryna get it out the mud, you was busy kicking dirt on me
No thumbs up, never a good word for me
No love lost, that's why you ain't heard from me
We been going different ways since you turned on me
For the record, for the record
We made it, blessing
They still love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
They wanna see you do good but never better than them
They don't wanna see you move, they want you stuck in the ends
They don't wanna see you up in a Benz screaming "Fuck fake friends"
We care bout friends that care bout friends
And stay true to who's true till the motherfucking end
So put your motherfucking hands up
And if you're sitting down, stand up
We ain't never going bankrupt