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

Yeah, cause we (children of the world)
And wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same, that's the rival gang
I'm just here, praying to my father
of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain't
Plus college ain't me, in the class
Questions rushing in my but I'm too proud to ask
it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I just to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no to apply?
And food won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm feeling like
Tired of the and budgeting
Running in so much work with buzzing in
God, and I risk the things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket fuck it then
Either get rich or die
Nigga short and got jammed up, but he tried though
I'm sure my first words were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my problems in the
Cause we just try and all the secrets
My conversations God always seem leave him speechless
And even I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"
My girl time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you for
As disrespectful, I
I was just saying, if you why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, guess I up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The and the broads and the kicks
Is to strive for when you ain't never had shit
I'm feeling what the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ancestors' enough
If I can't my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty might AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the bust or I have a kid
The to all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some shit
gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they after K.R.I.T.
I I didn't swag enough
Stupid fruity chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, brag enough
Bubble kushy, loud patch it, lag enough
acting like 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 crash
On the track like I'm crack, bag it up
I tell niggas to back it up
My like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't the wake
That's too lyrical, he been busting
Well, he don't sound Southern
He be down cause it's '05, I swear
The a pound of Reggie
So anything I a breath of air
Yeah, fuck me