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 stairway only goes south, hey

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 feel the pangs 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
Took it all 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 and fuck around and
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