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Yeah, yeah,
Yeah,
Just in you was wondering
I did make the

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
Cause police do the same, that's the rival gang
I'm just sitting here, praying to my
Tired of today, forever scared of
Where's a scale I could Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, college ain't free
Plus college me, sitting in the class
rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, talking physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no jobs to
And fast food do 'cause you overqualified
I'm feeling like
Tired of the and budgeting
Running in so work with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket like it then
Either get rich or die
Nigga fell short and got up, but he tried though
I'm pretty sure my first words "survival"
for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just try and all the secrets
My conversations God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to leave me, too broke to a fuck, though
My past got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, guess I up to the pimps
I saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you never had shit
I'm feeling like what the fuck, want my soul
Like my ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government, who can I
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the things that my did
Cause the was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't K.R.I.T.
I guess I swag enough
fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud it, lag enough
Steady acting I ain't had enough
Ten chains on neck like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't enough
On the track I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I these niggas to back it up
My bitch Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend the
That's too lyrical, he been busting
Mississippi? Well, he sound Southern
He be down cause it's '05, I swear
The game's a of Reggie
So anything I a breath of air
Yeah, fuck me