Mama, are you happy?
When that job that you're working is taxing
Divisive, defenseless, I'm quiet, yet aim to be daring
I want to be loud and proud, this shit is illusion, the industry scares me
I thought since my titties were pretty, I'd conquer not cower, I'm louder, I'm bigger
The women are at war, the women are at war
The women are at war, the women are at war
They're asking me what am I wearing
I tell them to watch what you say when you ask for me
For each inch I bend to your knees, I'm closer to causing a quake on the ground floor
I'm clawing away at my beauty
I'm ugly, I'm crass, I'm choosy
I'm picky 'cause you can not do me
Planting my feet in the mud
The women are at war, the women are at war
The women are at war, the women are at war
Run the beat and roll
Do the city lights
Smart mouth, bad wife
I came from the women that'll bust a door down
Pick a fight wit' you, cut the lights wit' you
Know it's in my blood
Know the buddaddada, no
Know when I'm robbin' the check in a summin'
When I'm robbin' the check out a summin'
Robbin' the self check out of something
The women are at war
Self check out, something
The women are at war
The women are at war, the women are at war
It's okay if I don't got it figured out, it's fine
Hol' up, when did my body determine my gender?
And when did your labels land on my agenda?
Even when body don't feel right, body can function so body can survive