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

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And they why we bang
police do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, praying to my
Tired of today, scared of tomorrow
a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap
I out of school, pops, cause college ain't free
college ain't me, sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my but I'm too proud to ask
it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a when there's no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do you overqualified
I'm feeling hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and
Running in so much work with buzzing in
God, and I the only things we be trusting in
All fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it then
get rich or die poor
Nigga fell and got jammed up, but he tried though
I'm pretty sure my first were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my problems in the
we just 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 make work"
My found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My relationships got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, guess I look up to the
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 never had
I'm feeling like what the fuck, want my soul
my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government, who can I
If I abuse daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure
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 some rapper
They gave me like I asked for it
everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag
Stupid fruity pebble chain, bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag
Bubble kushy, stupid patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't had
Ten chains on neck like you ain't flash enough
I so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough
On the track like I'm crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to it up
My like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the
Too fresh to death, I attend the wake
too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't Southern
He be down cause it's since '05, I
The game's a of Reggie
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, with me