Rage

I’m a broke bitch 
But I make a lotta hits 
I work three jobs and they don’t pay shit 
I’m still on the cover of your favorite playlist 

Mr. President wanna take my money
Took it overseas and he got it all bloody 
Got a front row seat
You think we don’t see? 
Censoring our screens 
Ain’t that funny

Burn it all down,
Build from the ground 
Gave us no choice
Are you listening now? 

I just wanna
Rage
Rage
Rage
I got a lotta 
Rage
Rage 
Rage
So fuck it Imma 
Rage
Rage
Rage
I got a lotta 
Rage 
Rage 
Rage 

Mr. Government, leavin’ all your people for dead 
But if we’re out in the streets, then that’s a major offense 
They might cut my mic, put me under arrest
Because I don’t make music for the one percent 

New drop, the American Dream
Gotta sell your soul for a bite to eat 
And when they scream out what is all this for?
Tell em there’s nothing more American than startin’ a war 

Burn it all down,
build from the ground 
Gave us no choice
Are you listening now? 

I just wanna
Rage
Rage
Rage
I got a lotta 
Rage
Rage 
Rage
So fuck it Imma 
Rage
Rage
Rage
I got a lotta 
Rage 
Rage 
Rage 
 
I’m a broke 
She’s a broke bitch
I work three jobs and they don’t pay shit 
She works three jobs and they don’t pay shit
QUIT 
I’m a broke 
She’s a broke bitch
Nothin’ left to do but eat the rich
Nothin’ left to do but eat the rich 

I just wanna
Rage
Rage
Rage
I got a lotta 
Rage
Rage 
Rage
So fuck it Imma 
Rage
Rage
Rage
I got a lotta 
Rage 
Rage 
Rage