FUCK THEIR LIES

--- "F* ‘Em All"** (Intro) Y’all wanted a villain? Fine, here I stand, Built me in the fire with blood on my hands. You broke me, smoked me, dragged me through dirt, But I’m still here—guess the pain didn’t work. (Verse 1) Born in a house full of needles and lies, Told me to love them while they watched me die. Forced to get high, tears on my face, Now I’m the bad one ‘cause I escaped? Packed your s***, made sure you were fed, Even when y’all left me for dead. Turned my son against me, like that’s a game, But keep my name out your mouth—it’s still flames. (Chorus) F*** ‘em all, I ain’t playin’ no more, Locked out my heart, y’all kicked down the door. Blame me for your s***? Nah, that’s on you, I’m done carrying ghosts who ain’t paid their dues. F*** your lies, f*** your games, F*** your whispers, keep my name. (Verse 2) Jealous of my pain? That’s a joke, You wish you had my scars while you sit there broke. Took my shine, tried to snuff my light, But I’m still glowing, even in the fight. Fork in my hand, knives in my back, Family’s just a word when the love don’t last. Talk your s***, try to tear me down, But I’m a f****** queen—watch me own this crown. (Chorus) F*** ‘em all, I ain’t playin’ no more, Locked out my heart, y’all kicked down the door. Blame me for your s***? Nah, that’s on you, I’m done carrying ghosts who ain’t paid their dues. F*** your lies, f*** your games, F*** your whispers, keep my name. (Bridge) Turned my son, stole my peace, Still, I rise while you’re stuck in the grease. Keep my fire, keep my pride, Y’all can’t touch what I keep inside. No apologies, no regrets, Tried to bury me, now it’s your turn to sweat. I ain’t your victim, I ain’t your fool, I’m the f****** storm, y’all broke your own rules. (Breakdown) F*** your tears, they ain’t for me, You made this bed; now lie in misery. Call me cold, call me cruel, But I played fair while y’all broke the rules. (Chorus) F*** ‘em all, I ain’t playin’ no more, Locked out my heart, y’all kicked down the door. Blame me for your s***? Nah, that’s on you, I’m done carrying ghosts who ain’t paid their dues. F*** your lies, f*** your games, F*** your whispers, keep my name. (Outro) Burn the bridge, light the match, Y’all ain’t family, y’all just trash. Still standing, still bossed up tall, This is my life now—so f*** ‘em all. ---