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