White girl got Bars

Bama on my birth cert

Boot on my license plate

Came up out them red roads

Now I’m in a different state (yeah)

I’m from Alabama

Living in Louisiana

Where the neighbors play the records

Out they truck ’til the sun done vanish

Got some bruises on my past

Got some rumors on my name

They abused me, then they used me

I turned all that into flame

Ran the bag up in the rain

Count it, stash it, do it plain

Just a white girl that they doubted

Now they study how I came

You was laughing at my pain

I was plotting, I was patient

You was busy talking slick

I was busy getting dangerous (yeah)

“Just a white girl, she don’t got bars”

Say it to my face, I’ll turn it to a scar

I’ve been running up bags from the dirt, from the dark

Louisiana living, I’m a state of music star

“Just a white girl, she don’t got bars”

I’ve been cutting through the silence like a car with no park

Alabama in my blood, I was born for this part

Let me prove you wrong, I’ve been real from the start (woah)

Studio locked in

Mic check, lights dim

They ain’t never seen a face like mine

Go this hard and win

You see makeup, I see war paint

You see “sweetheart,” I see court dates

Had to fight for every inch

Turn they side-eyes into more plays

They tried to touch me, tried to hush me

Left me empty, left me ugly

Then I found that little monster

Deep inside, she really loved me

Now I’m snapping on a beat

Turn my trauma into heat

If you think I’m here to quit

You don’t know a thing ’bout me (nah)

I was abused, I was used

Now I choose, I refuse

To be quiet, to be cute

I’m the storm in the booth

You see blonde, you see fair

I see God in my glare

From the South, from the mud

Watch me put it in the air (yeah, yeah)