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