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

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same, the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, to my father
of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college free
Plus ain't me, sitting in the class
rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher physics
And I want to be fly
good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do 'cause you
I'm feeling like
of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it
Either get rich or die
Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he tried
I'm pretty sure my words were "survival"
for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we try and decode all the secrets
My with God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like "we got to this work"
My found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My relationships got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you 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 ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the fits
The and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain't had shit
I'm feeling like what the fuck, they my soul
Like my ain't enough
If I can't my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty might have AIDS who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day the rubber bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the things my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't K.R.I.T.
I I didn't swag enough
Stupid pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't enough
Bubble kushy, loud patch it, lag enough
Steady acting I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain't enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't enough
On the like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these to back it up
My bitch like Scar's, gave the rag to her
'Sace on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I attend the wake
That's too lyrical, he been round
Mississippi? Well, he don't sound
He be cause it's since '05, I swear
The game's a of Reggie
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, with me