Walk a mile in these Louboutins But they don't wear these shits where I'm from I'm not hating, I'm just telling you I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt Sugar care, back lanes Three jobs, took years to save But I got a ticket on that plane People got a lot to say But don't know shit about where I was made Or how many floors that I had to scrub Just to make it past where I am from