Standards

They call me Mr Tips When it was crumbs, scraps, pennies, pats Everything was fine They treat me like a loaded gun when I ask for what is mine Always try to dim my light no matter how bright I shine Now I've got my standards, and I'll never let 'em die Not because of pride, you're not bleeding me dry Cannot abide, I got my head on a swivel this time Why would I let you just twist it aside? I catch a fever when they're aimin' at the way I live my life These are my standards I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die These are my standards When I called for help, you didn't pick up your phone You saw my kingly potential, so you kept me from my throne The truth is I'm demonized for standing my own ground So you push me to the deep end, hoping I'd drown But I got my-, I got my bi-ba-du... I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die I ain't gon' never, never let'em die These are my standards 'Cause I won't let ya treat me so unfair Don't I deserve my God-given share? Whether I've got a dollar, or I'm a billionaire These are my standards I ain't gon' never, never let them die Because of pride, losing my spine (Cannot abide) I got my head on a swivel this time Why would I let ya? (Why would I let ya?) I catch a fever when they're aimin' at the way I live my life These are my standards That I'm never lettin' die