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

Yeah, cause we (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
police do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm just here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college free
Plus college ain't me, sitting in the
Questions 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 won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm like hustling
Tired of the and budgeting
Running in so much with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the only things we be in
All else fails, I'm in a casket 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 to my problems in the Bible
Cause we try and decode all the secrets
My conversations God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst "we got to make this work"
My found 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 saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, I look up to the pimps
I ain't it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the
Is something to strive for when you ain't never had
I'm feeling like the fuck, they want my soul
my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government, who can I
If I myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rubber or I have a kid
The pride to all the that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on rapper shit
They me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag
Stupid fruity chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't enough
Bubble kushy, stupid patch it, lag enough
Steady acting I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I I ain't crash enough
On the like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these to back it up
My like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes I ain't seeing 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 cause it's since '05, I swear
The a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, fuck me