Freedom

C
They'll never thank me for opening doors
               Em                                         Am
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross

'Cause your spirit is ungrateful
    F                                     C
Bitches is so hateful, I remain a staple
                              Em
My career's been the pinkprint
                                  Am
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
                          F
Pink Friday is the imprint
                                 C
And these bitches basic, instinct

Oh shit, my commercial's on
        Em
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
        Am
Did I really prophecy every thing I do?
      F
But before I continue, let me thank my crew
              C
So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine, Baby and Slim came
 Em                                         Am
Tezz and EI told me it wouldn't be in vain
                                                  F
'Cause prior to me signing, I could've went insane
                                               C
And even now I think, "Do I really want this fame?"
                       Em
Let me get up and go, 700 to go overseas for a show
    Am
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
            F
Man, I'm birthing these artists and I'm starting to show


[Chorus]
         C            Em
I feel free, I feel freedom
          Am                   F
Why they mad? You should see them
        C               Em
Burn an L 'cause it's crazy in here
  Am             F
Crazy in here, crazy in here
         C             Em
I feel free, I feel freedom
          Am                   F
Why they mad? You should see them
        C               Em
Burn an L 'cause it's crazy in here
  Am             F
Crazy in here, crazy in here


[Verse 2]
 C                        Em                    Am
Who I wanna work with? Nobody! 99% of them is nobody
                                        F
Bitches acting like they killing shit, OK
                                      C
When I check these bitches guns, no bodies
                                        Em
These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists
                                                     Am
Niggas spend they last dime to say the copped the soonest
                                            F
Why these niggas going broke to get your approval?
                                                 C
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen Noodles

B-B-B-bible, Queen is the title
    Em
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
    Am
And if you in the club, then it's a Young Money recital
     F
I'm just that vital, I'm busy, never idle
        C
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol
 Em                                           Am
Pink Friday in Macy's, thongs and some pasties

(Yo, what other female rapper perfume in here? 'Cause I must've missed it)
     F
12 milli to kick my feet up, get ready this is the Re-up


[Chorus]
         C            Em
I feel free, I feel freedom
          Am                   F
Why they mad? You should see them
        C               Em
Burn an L 'cause it's crazy in here
  Am             F
Crazy in here, crazy in here
         C            Em
I feel free, I feel freedom
          Am                  F
Why they mad? You should see them
        C               Em
Burn an L 'cause it's crazy in here
  Am             F
Crazy in here, crazy in here


[Bridge]
   Am                              Em
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize? I just have to decide
           F                    G
What you hiding from? What you hiding from?
   Am                              Em
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize? I just have to decide
           F                    G
What you hiding from? What you hiding from? Hiding, baby
  F
Would you, would you, give your
  C
Would you, would you, give your
  F                             Am
Would you, would you, give your all for yours?
  F
Would you, would you, give your
  C
Would you, would you, give your
  F                             Am        G
Would you, would you, give your all for yours?


[Chorus]
        C              Em
I feel free, I feel freedom
          Am                   F
Why they mad? You should see them
        C               Em
Burn an L 'cause it's crazy in here
 Am             F
Crazy in here, crazy in here
         C             Em
I feel free, I feel freedom
          Am                  F
Why they mad? You should see them
        C               Em
Burn an L 'cause it's crazy in here
 Am               F
Crazy in here, crazy in here
       Am   F  C
It's crazy in here