Excuse me, Mr. Mayor, Mr. Player, shot sayer What you call it when we callin' on you To make it fair for the people over there at the bottom of your top down view? We just want a little bit, hope that you'll consider it Tell us we should work hard after you were given it The lord giveth, but I taketh away So pray to God that I don't find the safe Don't lock me out Don't lock me out Out of a heaven where the stairway only goes south Don't lock me out Don't lock me out Out of a heaven where the stairways only go south, ayy Do or die, I'ma get paid I'm either gon' get mine or I'ma just take How can you ask me why When everything we try When tryna make it right They call a mistake? Damn Do or die, I'ma get paid I'm either gon' get mine or I'ma just take How can you ask me why When everything we try When tryna make it right They call a mistake? Damn Why I'm feeling shame when I'm asking to be paid For dirty work I put in so your hands could stay clean? Why I'm feeling pain from your hunger to attain Every last crumb after you've taken all the plates? It ain't fair, they don't care Let me share my experience here as a cautionary tale They took it all and then some more Don't complain when you fall through the floor 'Cause today you've been warned Do or die, I'ma get paid I'm either gon' get mine or I'ma just take How can you ask me why When everything we try When tryna make it right They call a mistake? Damn Do or die, I'ma get paid I'm either gon' get mine or I'ma just take How can you ask me why When everything we try When tryna make it right They call a mistake? Damn Hey G-g-g-g-g-go Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around and you'll find out Fuck around and you'll find out How it feels to be without Take a walk in our shoes, find that nothing to lose is a dangerous route