Walk a mile in these Louboutins,
But they don't wear this **** where I'm from.
I'm not hating, I'm just telling you.
I'm trying to let you know what the **** I've been through.
Three jobs, took years to save,
But I got a ticket on that plane.
People got a lot to say,
But don't know **** about where I was made.
How many floors that I had to scrub just to make it past where I am from.
You can hate it or love it,
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm thrusting.
Ran through the ******* like a matador.
You don't know the half,
The **** gets real.
Pledge allegiance to the struggle,
Ain't been easy.  
Turn first at the light that's in front of me,
Because every night I'm going to do it like it's my last.
This dream is all I need.